Why do humans tend to appreciate life
when it feels like they are losing their grips?

This morning I woke up to a grey sky and my alarm,
I certainly must do what they like, stand up, go ahead, start my day,
With a grin on my face, make breakfast, do something and sleep again.
I don't have the freedom, don't have the space, don't feel like sitting here for the rest of my day...
The only light that keeps shining is when I play, I talk to her, I say,
"I'm gonna meet you in a month. But still, be careful"
                                          Emanuel 23:49

It's like a cage but I move within the borders, it's this whole new renaissance here, we educate, we read.
I am changing, I am smiling, sometimes sighing, mostly lying in my bed, this thing that keeps me safe kills me at the same time.

My body hurts, my legs are stuck and rooted into the carpet of this home. The floor is cold, I'll sit at home and watch the news.

I'm waiting for the re-release, still I want the problems to cease,
"Ok, I'm on the bus, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Do you have a mask on?"                                             
               ­                           Her 9:20

here we are, dangling
our feet over the edge
of the meantime,
here we are, sitting
on the edge, dangling
our feet over, letting
the cracked skin of our
fingertips skim the surface
of the meanwhile, waiting
for our reflections to break

I’m trapped within my bedroom walls,
With days turning into weeks and time slipping from us all.
Every day blindly following a purposeless routine,
Every night solemnly watching the tragic news on the screen.
I watch as the whole world breathes a heavy sigh,
But we must remain hopeful - help is nearby.

Though how I long to be outside again basking in the warm sunlight,
The rays emitting a kaleidoscope of colours creating a truly beautiful sight.
I reminisce my runs through miles of luscious grassy grounds,
Immersed in nature’s alluring symphony of sounds.
How I’ve taken all those times for granted before,
Now all I see in front of me is my dusty wooden door.

I peer out my window into the bleary sky,
And see a rare sign of life - a majestic eagle soaring up high.
I pray that I too could be up in that misty cloud,
Floating through the skies - free and proud.
Visiting my friends and family hundreds of miles away,
How I hope they’re all safe and doing okay…

But instead I’m trapped within my bedroom walls,
And so are millions of others in this world so small.
While heroic doctors and nurses battle to save lives,
We must be hopeful and pray that the world survives.

Let this be a wake up call,
Stay at home so we can save us all.
Because if you do the day will come when we’re finally set free,
But never forget this period of our lives that’ll shape us for years to be.

Sitting on my bed,
harking back my memories
Can’t go play outside,
just want to mend the crisis
Can’t play but pray for healing

I just want to be on the cliff at Tintagel
Looking to the castle, & Merlin's cave.
Or Bigbury beach, on the sea tractor.
Or hanging off a rock at Peak District
Or hanging off a tree in Holborough

Maybe further afield than England,
Coffee with her at Montmartre
Or hiking in the regions of Inca
And bathing in coves of Costa Rica
Or climbing pyramids of Cancun

A list of things to do once lockdown ends

Take a look at these walls and answer me this
Are they closing in or is it just me?
I'm a good boy, I stay at home and in line
Days turns into weeks while I'm losing my mind

The world is shrinking, collapsing within
Wake, work, eat and repeat, the loop I'm trapped in

Tangled in this slumber, biding my time
How can I seize the day without you by my side?
Give me a flower or a sword to fill me with drive
I'm in need of meaning, a reason to be alive

Unwilling to cook, heal or take care of myself
When all you need is hope, what good is a car, money or wealth?

I was born to be free, unchained from want and need
Yet here I am, missing your smile and the way you look at me
I thank the screens for the view they share
Call me a friend or a soul who cares

Alone in this room, Adam without Eve
I look at the mirror and watch myself bleed

It's me and myself, the battle resumes
Dig dig dig, one or two tombs
Fed one, fed the other, can't bring them to peace
My mind is at war, I'm now on my knees...

I abhor the state of boredom
That feeling of endless thoughts swarming in your head
Yet, nothing appealing ever comes to mind

So many hours and days lie ahead of me
Hopefully, I’ll find some use of them soon

Genki desu,
I am fine,

self-isolation at home,
self-reflection,
self-relaxing moment,

read a poem,
write a poem,
bake a cake,
eat a slice,

time to heal,
time to help,
time to save,

you&I through this epidemic .

social distancing
stay-at-home orders...
the world is finally
getting in line
with me