Midnite17XP

She scrambles away From the guy who sneezes and coughs It is the new norm Just six feet apart As recommended to us, Is it sufficient? Gloves, Face masks, Hand sanitizer, and Wipes All to go outside Even with all this care, What if I still get 'Rona? Become Positive? Some are careless Only thinking of their own Don't respect my space Until it's too late And we all can't breathe anymore Struggling as a unit I can't bring this home A concern when I go out I can't anymore I can't breathe now Is it the ‘Rona or the mask? I need to get home

What day is it? One, two, three, four, five Days past by and I am bored Every day I strive to thrive But I feel like a minor chord Six, seven, eight, nine, ten The streets are dead, nowhere to go I just want to go see the Big Ben Or to gain some dough Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen I’ve started to draw and paint again It’s better than staring at my screen And getting lost with my friend Jen Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty Is it time to make my own Wilson? All these scattered bottles are empty I lay down with them in my kitchen Twenty-one, twenty-two, I don’t know anymore. When will all this be over? I’m ready to go out and soar I’m tired of living with hangovers and leftovers

Outside’s a place not to touch but to look Inside I am stuck with my own ideas Pushed to limits, feeling like a rook Search for a way out. Know where the key is? It seems like no one can do anything But it’s for the greater good right? Maybe? Easy to be selfish, be your own king To the world, we seem like cry babies It’s only for a short time period So the news keeps repeating constantly Chaos ensued, like earth shot with asteroids I'm tired of living inconsistently Isolation, driving many frantic Now it is becoming problematic