Your physically here,
But your mind is in the Clouds.
Dreaming far and near,
Wherever your imagination abounds.
It seems like you're staring in the eternal abyss,
But the truth is you're waiting in your castle awaiting true love's kiss.

Who knows, maybe your flying through the skies,
Shooting laser beams as all crime dies.
Now I'm in Hawaii, chilling on the beach,
Drinking coconuts, pineapples are in my reach.
Nevermind, I'm now making stories about the clouds, I can see a lion charging towards the crowd;
Not really a crowd, as the clouds are few,
As for the lion, a plane just flew right through.

But above all, what builds the perfect mood,
Staring at the whiteboard in class but daydreaming about Food.
That blissful aroma, that tantalizing taste,
Sink your teeth in, you tongue it graced.
Food so good, It's impossible to share,
Sadly you can't, since you're eating air.

Lived so many lifetimes, staring in the abyss,
Those were lifetimes that I would deeply miss.
But if you ever wanna go back to a life where you could sing,
Just wait after lunchtime, when niggeritis kicks in.

~Tremar Ivey ~