Daydreaming At Work
I saw a young girl look at me.
I saw an old man look at me.
A witch broke my thing.
I saw a young man look at me,
I dropped my money.
I saw an old woman look at me
I started to wonder
what was so funny?
I felt the breeze blow in my
face,and the sun in my eyes.
My day has come to a end.
I,ll go to bed and see
what dreams that Witch sends?
Copyright © Tod Gaines | Year Posted 2005
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