In class, when I get bored, I let myself Escape from the confinement of my notes I sketch whatever comes to mind- an elf, A face, a monster, kittens, tiny boats.
At home, I trudge through pointless work. Alas, I can't take any more and start to write. My stories flow onto the page so fast I sometimes write five pages in a night!
In bed, when all I want's to fall asleep, I find myself with verses in my head My flashlight on, I give up counting sheep And string together words till my brain's dead.
And when exhausted, I may cease to sing But never will I stop imagining.