What am I supposed to do with such a lengthy break?

Wasting time here makes me ache.

I am bored and have nothing to say 

For I just sit and watch time pass away.

A new thought now,

without any rhyme schemes or rhythm patterns.

I write only because I am told to.

Yet perhaps I am compelled to write,

simply filling the void of thought with brainless actions.

It is time to fill that void with something more productive than poems.

17 hours of Whack-a-mole anyone?  Anyone?

Anyone.

Or we could prepare ourselves for the new semester

For planning makes my joy bubble and fester.

My schedule looks so nice and neat.

Yet somehow it's still incomplete.

Where are the assignments that fill my life?

For I find no life when there is no strife.

And now the end is drawing near.

We hope you will be a dear,

and always tolerate our pointless words,

Remember to always feed the birds.