I sit in a chair

In a room

An open book in my hands.

I sit on a rock

In the forest

Avoiding the dangers

That await me in the village.

I sit in a boat

Over the deep waters

Under an endless blue roof

Called sky.

I sit in a desert

Watching ancient Egyptians

Give the Sphinx

Cold, stony eyes.

I sit in a dungeon

Gazing out a window

Waiting for a prince

To rescue my innocent soul.

I sit on a griffin’s back

Soaring through the air

Wand in hand

Watching sparks fly from the wand’s tip.

I stand in my room

Once again

A closed book in my hands.