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
