by FCM

Screens apart

And barricades away

Distances

As far as night to day

 

An invisible plan

Inexplicably wrought,

Had our worlds upturned,

Who would’ve thought?

 

Through wee bubbles

Now we speak out our minds,

In different realms

Yet still feel entwined.

 

Though in relative obscurity

Do we now toil,

To good old times

As one we will roll.

 

With buoyant hopes

And hearts sanguine,

We long for the day

Everything will be pristine.

 

A confident vision

Though it crumbles away by the day,

And ‘morrow tells a different story

Where the new normal’s getting used to all these worries,

We hope to look back to a ruddy victory,

Where scars will forever be there

To boast and to love and to gladly bear.