"A"

She sits there
encapsuled in a daydream
distant voices
sorround her frozen soul,
fuzzy, like bad
reception on a radio

Her body is present
her mind a wanderer
nothing can break,
shake, or shatter
her drift
she's way past wonderland

She hears nothing,
sees nothing,
feels nothing of pain
time is at
a standstill

Reviews

[Alex Thomas]

The best verse is that which we can relate to. The flow is a little choppy like the way we are awakened from our daydreams in a jolt.