The Wandering Mind

Here I sit in class,
Deep inside my mind.

My mind id filled with what Ive gotten done,
And what I still need to do.

My head is throbbing with pain,
Until I think of you.

My imagination instantly sparks,
And I loose all track of time.

I think of what it is,
And what I wish it could be.

My mind swims with ideas,
It is almost like being in a sea of dreams.

The bell rings,
And my mind is finished.

I cant believe it is over,
My imagination, done.

So here I am walking to my next class,
And wondering what awaits me there