My Wooden Cage

My Wooden Cage

I sit in my desk,
My wooden cage.
Looking up I see,
Things I don't get.
Stupid things,
Who cares about it!

I lay my head to rest
On my wooden cage.
I sleep
I enter
I dream
I awaken.

My narcotic dreams,
Desert me.
Alert me.
Divert me.
Subvert me.

I am awake now,
within my wooden cage.
I look up and see,
those things I still don't get.
Who cares anyways?
I don't... She does.