I’m sitting here counting the hours,
This isolation, it’s ominous
You have started creeping into my thoughts
A drug that I have surmounted.
I still remember the days,
It hurts, to open the boxes,
That I had put away,
Deep inside the abyss of my mind.
And I go outside and run, they're playing our song,
I reach the hill where we last met,
I scream at the top of my lungs,
Can’t handle this regret.
I look in the mirror,
And see an old man,
In a young man’s body,
This social distancing, it’s menacing.
I should have never left you,
I was a young and foolish,
I thought I could have,
Carried on without you.
And I shut myself in, they're playing our song,
I get high, why did you take that jet,
I scream at the top of my lungs,
Can’t handle this regret.
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
It was the turn of the century
And I was in a penitentiary,
Wondering what is but a ****
An art fabricated by an ****
It is all rudimentary ,
Or as Sherlock would say elementary,
I thought myself pretty smart,
Lying on a grand palliasse.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 5:45 AM UTC