The office walls
University halls
With no windows and light
A flee or fight
A confinement of days
Monitoring your ways
Tick tock tick tock
The timing of the clock
Industrial carpet beneath your feet
Fake wood your hands meet
Office lighting above your head
The daily, small talk you dread
You mourn your time from summer now
Where did it go, then and now
Time moves on and can't look back
Summer is dead, fall is black
