Daydreamer

As Spring turns into Summer,

the butterflies return from their migration,

they fill our imaginations with their beauty and wonder.

they flap their wings to make daydreamers believe,

we make our dreams our reality.

I sat in one of those boring classes in school/coll looking out the window waiting for the professor's to end his droning lectures and then wit my head buried in my hands and in deep thought get transported to a world far far away where my wildest fantasies are satisfied, To a place where the surreal manifestations of my craziest and deepest deires take on shape. Watching this world passing me by all of my life, believing that one day, someone will stop for a second and finally realise that i am not paying attention to what they are whining bout but in my own world where i am Superman, or batman or Ronaldo or Romeo or Bill Gates's closest competitor. I am a daydreamer. And i am jot afraid to admit that.