Poetic boredom

I write for I have no inspiration
creating nothing saying lines of ink
waisting the lifetime of the pen I use
in my mind surely something must be loose
ever still,that what I create is me
impetuous might be what this is called
even now I am squandering your time
to end this timetaking words of boredom,
here goes one more waste of your precious time:
time is relative, so nothing was lost .

no specific form, just 10 syllables per line .