Time and time again

I look across the plains of confusion

I look through the grassy fields and the wet swamps

I look to find an idea

Something to cure me of my wandering mind

Once I find it, everything will change

The plains will turn into a jungle of ideas

The grass will grow mushrooms and new life

And my mind can escape into reality once more

But for now, I am stuck with the plains

Stuck in the wandering world where thoughts escape my mind

And reality flies off like a bird

Stuck in the classroom in which these thoughts are made

Stuck looking at the wood marks in the desk until the teacher says “due tomorrow!”

I am stuck in confusion