Daydreamer is Born

Sitting in that hard wooden desk, clutching a fat red pencil with no eraser, staring at a worksheet filled with repetition, not able to get up and walk away - well, that's my definition of hell. That's how I became a daydreamer. At first I tried very hard to finish each worksheet, but then I noticed something. The faster I did one, the sooner I got another one. So - I slowed down. I couldn't leave my desk except to go to the bathroom or sharpen my pencil, and there were limits on those trips. So - I left in my mind. Here's a poem about it:

Staring into space
(Special space)
Wandering mind
(Wonder place)
Drawing pictures
(I am there)
Not doing your work
(Saved my life)