Daydreams of Camp

My legs stick to my one-armed prison
The heat is beating down;
My teacher droning on,
Instead, I hear the camp bell ring
And the delusional sound brings joy to my ears
As I travel down the dusty lane
That serves as a  tunnel to paridise.

As long as I remain within my Eden,
I shall feel no pain or sorrow, only love an joy,
But the strident school bell shatters my joyful delirium,
And I return to the bustling, empty crowds.

The End

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