Stuck As A Stative Verb

I can read and write,

Yet I am locked up in a classroom.

I look into the horizon,

Where the green land seems to

Go on and on, as if there were no end.

Oh, how I yearn to take

Just one step into the panorama.

But in what world will I ever be able to?

School ends; say bye to your friends.

I sluggishly slide into the car,

Pumped for the next few gruesome hours in tutoring,

When I could be out exploring.

When I could be out walking until my legs fail me,

Into the far verdant green meadow,

Where life seems to move a little slower

And eternal places await my discovery.

Snap.

I have returned to reality—a world

My imagination has made me not want to return to,

Because physical existence is a being

That calls for logic and reasoning.

But what if I do not want to follow the rules?

Yes, my physical self is there,

But my mind is somewhere else,

Drifting into the world of make-believe,

That a human cannot reach,

That is too heavenly to exist,

That challenges reality. 

Oh,

How I yearn to enter the realm,

Where water flows uphill,

Where time is measured in musical beats,

Where colors speak and sounds are seen,

And even gravity cannot stop my train of thought.

I may be chained to this chair in this classroom,

Engulfed in facts.

But I may also be elsewhere,

Living the climax.