I sit here,
In this desk,
All day long,
Listening,
Waiting for
School to end.
This is when
I dream of big pirate ships,
And of jumping off of cliffs,
Landing in an angels’ arms,
Safe from all imagined harms,
And from reality’s charms,
Because reality
Is defined by what
You make of it.
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