When I think about the sky
Schoolwork fades away…
It seems a trifle, seems a lie
When set against the massive sky.
And of the slipping sands of time
I cannot think enough,
There seems no reason, seems no rhyme
To giving school my precious time.
And when the ocean fills my head
Nothing else will fit!
I swim away, and leave behind
The cluttered bookshelves of my mind.
The widespread world, it calls my name
The rolling hills, the wet, deep lakes.
So many people, none the same–
So many ways to take a break.
There are adventures in my books
I don’t want to read them any less,
They’re worth some time, they’re worth a look…
But there’s no adventure in a desk!
A captive scholar, here I sit
Longing so much to leave behind
This dusty jail–”Medieval Lit”
These bored, sad bookshelves in my mind.
I’ll scale these walls that have me trapped,
Escape this stony classroom jail,
I’ll tread the course that I have mapped,
Set off to run, to fly, to sail!
Chase meaning, beauty, far and wide,
And feel no terror, feel no dread
I’ll let adventure be my guide–
If only in my dream-filled head.
©2010
