Office Works

when I feel a want to run away from the electronic world of 1's and 0's, stats of 1000 megabytes and more, to the meadows with my parchments, quill, and ink remembering the breeze, I breathe crunching some more numbers on to the screen. music aloud deafening my ears, drumming my fingers on the french AZERTY keyboard, click click click, click misspelling my own name Rqvi Kirqn Kqsulq. swinging on the swivel chair. In the empty new office rooms, my heart swaying to my own crooning to Ol' 55, "... time went so quickly, .. go lickety-splickty ... my old '55." when I am only 25, Forgetting the lyrics and switching to the next chatchy songs.