This month has been a million years,
It’s bringing up so many fears,
And everything is out of my control.
I sit at home and wait for news;
I try to find things to amuse,
And try to chase the darkness from my soul.
I ventured out to buy some bread,
Avoided everyone in dread,
But there was nothing in the groc’ry store.
I came back home to hug my cat,
And made a dinner I picked at.
Do you recall what life was like before?