Daydream
I get lost,
In my own daydreams.
Dreaming about finally,
Being free,
Of this boring world.
About running,
And not caring.
About having fun,
In the bright sun.
The teacher yells my name,
And snaps me out of my daze.
I just sit there,
Smiling.
Then,
The bell rings,
And I just leave,
Even though,
The teacher yells my name.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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