Babylonian had created A schedule of time But now we lost that track Now, the days are a blur Into one and another And I can't remember Is it my favourite Sunday Or another disgusting Monday
I think the clock lost its system It's ticking turn into reeling And every day feels like 23rd June
Someone, please stop this zoom Cause it's fatigue is real, You know right...?
My hope and this pandemic Can't live together in peace So she took off this morning And said to me ' Call me when this pandemic exit this world'.