Artificial Thoughts

Sitting by my desk,
Papers under my hands.
Eyes staring into bytes
Of artificial lands.

My pen is untouched,
My keyboard worn.
I need to concentrate
But, I really am torn.

Tiredness fills my head,
I'm swimming in debris.
One wrong stroke and
I might be gone, really.

Fingertips exploring
The touch of insanity,
Before my eyes bring me
Back to reality.

Oxygen is what I breathe,
Water what I drink.
But never mind all this,
'Cause I think what I think.