Imagination dies.

Head down with eyes half shut
silent dreamer
men with wings of ebony black
people
half wolf-half person [growls]
thoughts
drift like clouds puffy and pure
in my mind like the sky

teacher asks why
why am I not paying attention
mumble a barely meant sorry
keep my thoughts unspoken
but why
why would I leave that place
my dreams
to instead listen
to the steadily buzzing drone
of another
imagination killing lesson

you may put me here
in this place where
people are simple
and all there is is the next test
looming steadily
and my body may stay
but never
will my
mind.