Distraction

Diving into thoughts of a happy summer haze,

In an unhappy classroom too quiet and bored.

Sudden liberating thoughts of freedom and space

Times with old friends full of victories scored.

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Reality fades as my tired mind starts to drift,

And light wispy clouds come to carry me away,

Cutting through the dullness of school with a gift;

They whisper of summer and of license to play.

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Invitations and fireworks, and games to win,

Only a couple weeks time until summer is here.

Now if only school would end, the fun could begin.