Imaginary student

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.