It isn’t only re-runs and walks in the park

On some days I read poetry, play and write music, clean

I’m getting more accustomed indoors

Than out in public, and when I’m out in public

I want to come home, inside my four walls

Pent-up as it is, pent-up as I am

I bought groceries today

Now I can hole up for a week

This all has changed everything, changed me

And in it all, I don’t know, can’t know, the way forward

What the way forward will look like

How we will see the ending of it all

If I’ll ever feel comfortable outside my four walls again

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