The Open Window

It’s a hot afternoon,

And the teacher is droning on...

Waiting for class to get over soon,

I count the seconds gone.

It’s then that I notice,

The Open Window,

Beckoning with a cool breeze,

And lot better things to show.

The lecture fades away into a distance,

As I slip into a daydream...

Of a holiday and going out with friends,

And there are no worries, it seems.

No notes pending,

No assignments to write...

There are no lectures to attend,

And no exams to keep you awake all night.

Wanting to stay there forever,

I close my eyes,

But the door bangs and my vision blurs.

As the teacher leaves, I then realise...

It’s just another wistful dream,

So real the open window made it seem...