Escape!

Escape
by John Trent

I’m soaring amongst the tops of trees
And seeing the world below
The sky is blue with cottony balls
The sun is so bright and aglow

Tick, tick, the clock on the wall
His words are hazy and muffled
Fading slowly, my mind wants out
My feet are busy and befuddled

I join the stars in outer space
And drift the cosmos wide
In peaceful quiet I ride the moon
While distant stars collide

That droning voice, the room so dark
This presentation is long and boring
Heads are nodding and most eyes are closed
And, the fellow beside me is snoring

I must return and escape this existence
Or the next two hours will be numbing
So I’ll pretend to care, pay close attention I swear
And daydream of worlds forthcoming!