“Normality” people cry And I can’t help but ask Why? A slave to the wage Already trapped in a cage What is it about life before That you are all grieving so much for? The freedom of which you speak Having to book a holiday for a ******* week
Yes I miss a warm embrace I want him here kissing my face Technology overload So ***** I’ll explode Yet somehow I know That back to ‘normal’ Is not where I want to go
When this is over You’ll book that holiday And take the next flight To some far away place To have the same sun On your face Then back to your cage A slave to the wage
This simulation was not a success Mother Nature cries You’re all a ******* mess She’s given you a chance A time to pause To reflect To ponder To dream Yet you dare not ask What does all this mean?
Do you sit there and wait For world leaders To decide your fate? Will you choose to do good? To have compassion for those Where isolation is all they know? Locked away behind bars With their trauma and their scars Out of site Out of mind They’ve been left behind
When this is over I’ll ask myself the question What do I yearn for? And the answer will be As it’s always has been Freedom From normality