Honk if you're bored

Here I sit, thinking about nothing;
My mind it spits, imagery aloft I'm full of stuffing;
Symmetry decides where the center should be found;
Consistently I'm perpetuaing fluctuations all around.

Dirivatives of everything and everyone can be unfound;
Constrictions should be placed on that that is profound;
Expectations should be low as to never be dissapointed;
Deliberations should be set in place to prevent difficulties boinking.

Nothing has happened;
Yet something occurred;
Often its nonsense;
Other times it's obscure.

Honk if your bored