Spacing Out

Always spacing out.
so much on my mind.
staring over at the black board.
but but only looking blind.

not seeing what I should.
but seeing what I want.
then slapped back to reality.
by the teachers lowly grunt.

zoning back out.
with a blank face expression.
enjoying every single bit.
of my minds amazing possession.

to be or do what I want.
in a world of my own.
living it out, but in real life.
I'm sitting there, a mindless looking drone.