I count the dots on my skirt

How much longer?
How much longer?

Can the boredom please hurry up!

The spiders spin their webs
And I gaze into space

We kill time so needlessly
Because otherwise the ceiling will collapse on our head

I have to do something against doing nothing
Because doing nothing is not good for me

The tim is killing itself in slow motion
I search for needles in a haystack,
with a magnifying glass

I search and search bu nothing happens
Dust is falling upon me
like a stuffed toy on a shelf

Nothing matters

I have to do something against doing nothing
Because doing nothing is not good for me