Sally strolled through the halls
Everyone had gone home
Her imaginary bird kept saying
Why must these halls we roam?
Through a school with no people
An eerie sort of place
Where desks have no students
Not a single happy face.
Because I want to be a student
I want to come and learn
For I too am an imaginary person
Now that’s an unexpected turn.
For the real kids take for granted
The teachers, books, and learning
While I long to be where they are
Reading, writing, and discerning.
For such is not to be my lot
In this life or another
For I am but a thought gone astray
From the mind of my imaginary mother.
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