House of Dreams.

Remember when you were a child and you always wanted that home away from home?
To live amongst the tree people?
To bring that indoor outdoor carpet outside for once.

Remember when you got older and it started to get much smaller, stinky and waterlogged.

Remember when the roof flew off one windy day, hitting a squirrel and killing it?

Remember putting that squirrel on a stick and pretending it was a sword?

Remember that you have a paper due in 5 min and you shouldn't be remembering?

Day dreams,
Why? What? Of course, and but.
The avid day dreamer may look ditsy and oblivious.
But what goes on in that little cranial effort of theirs?

Are they undressing their teacher with their mind? One garment at a time?
Are they imagining their desk is the cockpit of a spaceship, ready to launch?
Is their brain convulsing, spitting out ideas of color and shrapnel of sounds?
Or is it just they did one too many drugs to keep a sane mind.

One too many brains to keep in line.

Multitasking? Or multiple issues.

Just sit tight, grab hold of something (real or not real) and take a ride somewhere, to the deepest reaches of your map-less mind.

Who knows what you will find?