My Private Universe

My private universe is wandering around Dragging a feathered boa that glitters with sparkles I can wait for it to return or run to chase it Depending on my mood My private universe is making fun of my enemies Laughing and smirking but keeping it out of my sight For I do not go in for this kind of stupidity She knows this and stays away My private universe is dancing now I see her head up into the snowy mountains There are delicate lavender flowers at the base Which she is stomping on I imagine that she is swearing like a pirate king, And I smile, thinking of all the words I dare not utter For I work in a school, and would lose my job if I did. My private universe is all the things I am not, Yet fully a part of me I barely hope to recover.