Where I Am

Where I am
Is a matter of opinion!
According to you,
It's in English class,
But if I had to say,
I'd be flying high in the air
with all you ants down below.
I'd see the romance in the air
that adults say I'm too young for
and the shops and the pets.

I'd swoop down,
down,
down.
Just above the deep blue.
See the fairies glittering in shallow shores,
seeing powerful, angry waves
ready to give them a piece of their mind.

I'd go up, up, up.
And rest on the white fluffy bench
while I wave to the ants down below.

Then suddenly I'd be back, awake, dreaming.
You'd shout and shout
that I don't pay attention
while I remember Where I Am.