I felt it then
like I feel it now

There was a dead end sign
at that moment I peered into our future

We tried to give space
Then that choice was taken away
One more chance to prove we can survive
locked down together

So we took my family land
We tilled that soil
Built distractions
Illusions and dreams

The peppers and tomatoes
that I now harvest
I prepare them alone
The nightshades
the itch
now taint my tears
and pink-stain my cheeks
where they have streamed

I call you King because you are the ruler of my world
Of my devoted heart
Whirl me around
Colors are swirled
Words you twirl are works-of-art

I do not believe in lordly illusions
Just depends on how we perceive
Weave delightful delusions
Not that easy to deceive