The young man sits in school,
Staring at the window
To the green and white world.
His body a part of the class,
His mind soaring through the sky.
One moment akin
To the sun and the moon,
Another frolicking in the summer,
Transcending both space and time.
The student doesn’t hear,
But the teacher speaks.
Names are called, answers are given.
Our daydreamer is put on the spot ... “Uh, 7?”
The reply: “Were in English now.”
He sheds a tear.
What difference do the academics make,
He knows how to get to the starts,
He knows how long to summer,
He knows he doesn’t belong there,
But all he can do is daydream. |