I feel like a vagabond
a nymph, an apparition
sitting reclined in this backseat of your car

I am a vision, a hallucination
that just appears from time to time
tailcoat, tie, flower in the button
waiting, living, hiding in your backseat

& school suddenly feels like
such an ill fitting place for me to be
Dont belong inside classrooms
behind desks, blackboards, textbooks
& too many things to remember

instead, I feel quite right here
watching people in their own little worlds
drive past in their cars
beeping their horns and speeding to make it through the green light

I sit, looking through the window
trucks cast heavy shadows over me
I am your story teller, I am
your vagabond
dozing in the backseat of your car
watching the trees &  forgetting the time.