I want to go home.
I am tired and my eyes hurt.
Programming is fun but it makes me think
I don't want to think anymore.
I want to go home.

My peripheral vision is blurring
and the monitor seems to be slowly moving
away from me, slipping in my frustrum
I need to go home.

I want to hold my wife
I want to kiss her.
I want to not be at uni for another 30 minutes.
I want to go home.
I need to go home.

I can feel my shoulders straining,
and my back is slowly freezing up.
My neck is cricked.
I can't think anymore, only spout randomness.
I want to go home.

The office feels dead,
The tack-tack-takky-tack of keys hurts my ears
Onomatopoeia is great, but
I want to go home.

I can hear others breathing, I guess they want to leave too.
But a thesis must be written and a project must be done.
I want to go home.

I want to sleep.
I want to dream.
I want to wake up.
I want to run.
I want to jump and
I want to fly.
I want to create.
I want to love.
I want to drive.
I want to play.
I want to watch.
I want to win.
I want to eat.
I want to paint.
I want to stare.
I want to read.
I want to stall.
I want to muse.
I want to laugh but
my life is frozen.
I want.
to.
go.
home.