A Daydreamer From Way Back
I daydream in my car
driving on auto pilot
Not surprised when I reach
work, as it happens daily.
I am in the zone of
complete and utter unknowing
Scary when you realize
I am behind the wheel of a car
I am a daydreamer from way back.
It started in third grade
When an overly harsh teacher
shut me down almost completely
Daydreaming saved me daily in her class,
for she thought I was listening so I was not punished as often as the others.
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