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Wrenelle Oct 2020
You put yourself on high alert
for dangers that could be lurking.
It's in your mind,
there are no lions;
this "mindfulness" isn't working.

You "doomscroll" your days away,
and take a pill to sleep.
No wonder all your dreams
have dystopian themes;
You're counting wolves instead of sheep.

You're isolated, stuck indoors
with no clear end in sight.
The planet is on fire,
yet Humanity's desire
is to help the flames win the fight.

How can you quell the racing thoughts,
the anger, the frustration?
Put down the phone,
just be alone.
Tune in to a different station.

— The End —