I Dream

I’m sitting in this classroom,
I’m thinking about the stack of books
sitting in my bedroom,
I’m wondering what it would be like
to just shut this life
and open a new one.
I’m surrounded by people
that don’t really notice me.
I’m surrounded by people
that don’t know I dream
about other things,
other scenes.
I’m reading on my bed,
but I’m not really there.
I’m wondering what it would be like
to just shut this life
and open a new one.
I’m wondering why
I’m surrounded by people
that don’t know how to dream,
that don’t wish for something more exciting
when they turn the page.
I’m surrounded by people
that don’t give a thought
to a girl that’s there,
when she’s really not.
She’s gone
and out of this world.
She’s wishing for something more exciting
when she wakes up every day.
She’s wondering what it would be like
to just shut her life
and open a new one.
She’s surrounded by people
who only see themselves,
who have never found solace
surrounded by old bookshelves
and this is why she dreams.