What kind of strange days are these?
I feel as if I am floating
Above everything that I see
I can even see me
My thoughts are flying in slow-motion
Unable to express any emotion
What strange sickness assails me?
Why won't it set me free?
My sense of smell has time-traveled it seems
I can smell chemistry labs and brick beams
The morning smell of sunrise
The evening smell of birds coming home
I remember my childhood like it was yesterday
When the only care was homework and holidays
Now I think about Excel sheets and weekends
Just Excel sheets and weekends
Excel sheets on weekends