As I lay in bed staring at the ceiling,
The everpresent gray of the room revealing
That boredom, a product of too little to do or too much time,
Has overtaken me in my quarantine.
The light from my computer screen reflecting off my glass dully,
As I scroll through my Steam library glumly
And so the darkness surrounds
The rainy atmosphere with its dark clouds.
The room suddenly shifts
With its warm glow and haven that exists.
The only sound near
Is the soft pitter-patter of rain that perseveres.
The everpresent gray of the room revealing
That boredom, a product of too little to do or too much time,
Has overtaken me in my quarantine.
The light from my computer screen reflecting off my glass dully,
As I scroll through my Steam library glumly
And so the darkness surrounds
The rainy atmosphere with its dark clouds.
The room suddenly shifts
With its warm glow and haven that exists.
The only sound near
Is the soft pitter-patter of rain that perseveres.