I'm sitting in the library
It's where I think I am at least
My mind is not there
It's somewhere out here, outside
The tree's golden leaves falling beneath me
The clouds floating by docilely
I see it all with my beady eye
Scanning the ground
Searching, undisturbed
A twinkle of light, a sigh on the wind
Rustle of leave, the air through my wings
Flying high above my dreams
Wishing life were so complete
Without such complications
Too busy to live so I thrive on dreams
My minds still out there, begging me to join
I'm trying to concentrate, completely alone
