“Daydreaming again”
“Does he ever stop?”
“Reading under his desk”
“Over there, under the tree”
“During recess? Freak”
“Why is he staring out the window?”
“What is that little book he writes in?”
“Dunno. Not chem notes”
“Heard he’s gonna flunk calc”
“Dumbass. Skips physics tests too.”
“There he is again. Book at lunch”
“Different book everyday”

Walking in reality doesn’t
mean accepting the world.
I dream, I am.