Stuck within the four white walls of the office
The white, bright, light blinding my eyes
The chillness from AC failing to cool my hot flashes
with a fluttering heart and pounding head
And my thoughts doing somersaults
My astral self, flying away outside the window,
The helpless body mindlessly works,
Trying to keep up with the racing world,
But my soul is elsewhere,
Far away from the illusionary aspect of the material world.
