"Okay class. Today we will..."
Voices fade.
And so do my thoughts.
I retreat to my secret place.

Here is where I live.

Here is where I live.
It is spacious.
It is cluttered.
It is brightly shining.
It is dark with dirt.

It is my imagination.

Here is where I live.
Where good and evil can coexist.
Where I can go away and forget.
Where time and space exist as one.
Where only I can be.

Here is where I live.

Here is where I live.
My imagination is white as fresh snow.
My imagination is black as new ash.
My imagination holds the things I love.
My imagination holds the things I hate.

Here is where I live.

Here is where I live.
Free as a bird.
Free as a slave.
Free as the wind.
Free as the rain.

Here is where I live.

"Alright, here's your homework for tonight..."
I return reluctantly.

I've seen great things.
I've seen great tragedies.

There is where I want to live.

But.

Here is where I must be.