Daydream
The words float through the air,
trying to find a home in my head,
sleep is calling without a care,
disappear do the words the teacher said.
Soon my classroom is no longer there,
replaced by the wildest thoughts in my head,
replaced by the actions I never would dare,
disappear do the words the teacher said.
The gentle breeze of the ocean blue,
drowns the other thoughts in my head,
nothing I would rather do,
disappear do the words the teacher said.
Copyright © Melody Simpson | Year Posted 2009
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