Focus, focus, focus,

Is repeating in my head.

But my dreams are alive,

And my concentration’s dead.

A problem on the table,

And another in my mind.

The complication's stirring

And I'm really in a bind.

My attention has been captured,

It's too late to go back.

Now without these daydreams,

I may just crack in half.

I adore the little visions,

Of the things I know aren't bad.

Or haven't been bad ever since

They made me feel glad.

The snap of their fingers,

Are echoing all around.

I wish I could snap out of it

But I still hear a sound.

This sound's a little voice,

Nothing more than a coo.

It's whispering my fate.

There's nothing more to do.

I won't always keep in focus,

Though foolish it may seem.

So I'll listen and I'll learn,

That school doesn't hold all dreams.