I move from room to room,
A phantom in the morning sun

I move to fill the vacant,
I move to fill the stillness,
I move to mirror my interior.

Restless in the comfort of silk,
Confined to the four walls of my brain,
I move to an irregular beat,
My feet dance across the negative space,
Fingers outstretched to nothingness

Maybe if I move,
Maybe if I manifest,
I’ll find tactility,
Maybe,

Days are getting longer
Hopes are getting bleak
But don't let them, let you down
Because remember "this too shall pass"

We, in the midst of chaos
But bear with all of them
by giving a shot of smile
Because remember "this too shall pass"

Refrain from cursing the days
Live in each season as it passes
by doing what you love
Because remember "this too shall pass"

I sit here feeling tired from cycling,
An activity we all be needing in this time of quarantine.
Seeing nature feed my soul.
Now I rest with light and positive energy that fills me whole.
But reading the news, the idea of unclear future struck me again to the bone.
Instantly I felt heavy, questions like when will this end? haunt me.
Plans have been distracted and progress has been delayed.
For some people its hard to adapt to this new normal.
That their only idea of solution with all these commotion, is be able to get back from the life they used to have.

Anyone else want to punch a hole in the wall
and admire the sun rays shining as you step through
that hole like it's a metaphor for freedom?
No? Just me?
I'll have to send the invitations out.