He sits fuming in the diningroom corner

Chair turned in to face the wall

For a six minute time out

He feels wronged, cheated

“I’m innocent!” he declares!

His plea falls upon deaf parental ears,

And the timer continues to tick off the seconds

To the minutes that remain in his chastisement.

He grabs the curtains and wraps himself in the lace shears

Hoping to hide, hoping to slip into his own world

For a minute, or five

Where he’s not being punished,

Where he’s not the one who’s bad

He is the ruler of them all!

No one will tell him he’s wrong!

He dreams of his world, of freedom

Playing and running in the warm, bright sunlight

Cape flowing from his shoulders

He is invincible!

Anything can happen behind the lace shear curtains…