The Lecture

I'm sitting at the back

I cannot see a thing

My eyes are growing heavy

My brain has sprouted wings.

I do not see the point

Of being here today

I start to daydream easily

I'm a thousand miles away.

The lecturer's voice is growing dim

My pen drops from my hand

I feel a sea breeze on my face

As on a beach I stand.

The sun beats down upon my head

I slip sunglasses on

I'm wearing shorts and T-shirt

My heavier clothes are gone.

I wander slowly along the beach

Sipping an ice cold Coke

Humming softly to myself

And eyeing up some bloke.

Suddenly noise is in my ears

I'm jolted from my dreams

The class is over, people going

I've slept right through it seems.

I gather up my things and run

My face is going red

My classes done, I stagger home

And go straight back to bed.