sitting staring in my head,
at things gone by
or just ahead.
creating dreams of far away
and what could be,
in a different day.
if this was that
or this was thus
i shouldn’t sometimes feel a prat.
no person would disapoint
or upset people by mistake.
no putting noses out of joint.
alas , we are not of that breed
and cannot live that dream
so , i sit , staring in my head