Man,
a glut of time
a surfeit, abundance,
embarrassment
for some,
the shackle breaking freedom
gives a new vigour
that’ll be forgotten
when the treadmill restarts
for others,
it’s the edifice,
the granite cliff to scale
to reach
the same old stuff
as always
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem