Those are the times

When hours are days and days last forever
When the only sounds are little clicks and muffled air
When my mind runs wild with all the things outside
That's when I start to get thinking

Surrounded by paper piles, posts, and printouts
Trapped within incomplete square walls
While gazing at the distance ten meters away
That's when I start to get thinking

When googley eyes stare wondering
But nothing of sense transpires
When strangled dreams start haunting
That's when I start to get thinking