Fly away like a bird,
Yet you sit there still.
Your eyes wandering around,
Never to cease.
Your mind drifting away,
Never to be found again.
Your fingers tapping the table,
Bored with the world.
Your lips silent and closed,
Too tired to speak.
Your ears barely listening,
Too many sounds and voices.
Sitting there in your favorite chair,
Losing yourself in a daydream.
