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176 THE CLARENCIAN 2024-2025When in morn he opens his eyes He untangles himself from the sheets and opens the blinds He inhales the fresh new air of sapphire skies And marvels at winged creatures flying high The sunflowers reflect the sun%u2019s fiery ember glow That melts away a patch of untouched snow Daisies dance to and fro With a cadence that he does know The grass blades are a shade of emerald green The wind whispers a tall tale that seems Beyond the mind%u2019s jurisdiction, but a sensation creeps There is a world beyond his realm of dreams His curiosity awakens, his heart hears a beckoning He is intrigued; every day, every night is spent the same, wonder turns threatening He cannot escape his meadow, claustrophobia sets in; his spirit is flickering His heart and mind are at war; it is his reckoning I am a doctor; he is a schizophrenic; his mind is lost to time There is a fine line between imagination and reality, but societal pressure makes blurry this line The troubles of this world have captured his mind He is a slave to it for the rest of time.A Whimsical, Wondrous LifeAayush SabatClass 10COn a lovely springday, whereWonderland lies,Through candy caneorchards beneathpastel skies,Where fairies sleep inloaves of sweet bread,I seek Wonderland and rest my head.In search of beauty and the sweet treats Iadore,Where powdered sugar rains and coats thefloor,My Journey to WonderlandCreative WritingCLADS Articles