leaving work

when i wake up tomorrow the dream's gone
leaving time now, and can't decide what to say
about those virtual tasks and requests done
makes less sense than "enlarge your penis" mail
is it funny that watching the sunshine
makes you feel in cubicles open-space
the shadow when there is light to desire
how to leave behind your thousand-mile gaze
i've been a tourist, as far as i know
travel light, avoid to be encumbered
so when the wind comes let me away blow
although i lack to have anything planned
outside the world, new sensations to squish
and learn... so long and thanks for all the fish