suspended between

2 worlds i exist neither

here nor there

time traps me

taunting it ensnares

multitasking trickery

i once juggled dubiously

without regard to circumstance

or second chance

now i glide between

dimensions not quite

defined where legos rule

children scream there

are demands pulling at me

memos to be sent proposals to

be written and i

i would rather

be sitting cross kneed

eating miniature ice

cream sandwiches and

wondering how exactly

did harry potter get

that lighting scar?