How about a moment
To stop and think
And reflect upon our grieving
Love is a vision
Whenever its played
At a certain volume
Love has no edges
Because its only a projection
Do we keep ourselves locked away
As oil prices drop indefinitely
And the stars seem farther
From our eyes than ever
How are we coping in a quarantine
Or is this tyranny really for our safety
Upon our heads a plague
Or is it a pox of reason
I love the rhythm
Of watching you breathe
Maybe love is a machine
In need of a good oiling
We are spoiled and splayed out
Still there is no doubt
That whenever we really need to
We can’t seem to feel
Any of these feelings too deeply