I sit lonely among my friends,
The soothing drone of His voice
Engulfs the class in a haze
Of misty calm and balmy lull.
A familiar consciousness this,
Of body here and mind where!
Yawning gap most unfathomable
Betwixt ought-to lessons
And want-to thoughts.
Hold it there, I wont fight thee.
Charged with guilt anxious
Pregnant with colours delicious
My brain paints on the canvas
Of the world most spacious.
Running on ridges,
Plunging from precipices,
Rafting rivers, caving caverns;
The sun is my torch,
A purse full of stars,
I am Wanderlust Extraordinaire.
The mist breaks, class over?
Not yet, The Nerd Speaketh, oh!
Scraggy face, bright eyes,
Croaky voice, polished glasses,
Subtle doubt, Pertinent point;
Reverie ripped, reluctantly awake
I grope for a proper mask -
I nod for Him, honed stratagem,
My facade isn't transparent;
The Harp rewounded, sweet clouds return.
Catch me fantasizing,
Of a Venus seen somewhere.
A guilt within a guilt
Throbbing pulse of desire.
Eyes wide open I keep dreaming!
Matters most pressing fly in
From somewhere, Set me thinking
On paths I shall require,
Fantasy to Reality all in my dream
Class is over, now - Wakefulness' slipstream!
