Welcome to the Timeless Zone, Vast as space and timeless as infinity. A surreal dimension Located somewhere between A normal New Year 2020 And the imagined end Of the Coronavirus Lockdown.
A dimension of sight, sound and mind Taking us from the pit of superstition and fear, To the sunlight of scientific knowledge.
The days pass endlessly As we look for something to do Again and again. No meetings to go to, Our year-planners and diaries Consigned to being buried in dust.
Here we sit In twilight: Idly watching TV Or catching up on household chores. We take a daily walk Even jog And occasionally pop to the shops.
Shops that is, where you have to follow the arrows Keep in your own little zone Do Not Pass Go Go straight to Jail – I mean The Counter: Once you have followed the maze Of often empty shelves Ransacked by Panic Buyers.
And at the counter you are served By workers in gloves and plastic visors. You must stay behind that line!
But mainly we sit like zombies, Passing away the time. At least the pressure is off: Nowhere to go Nothing to do.
But look! A sign up ahead. Maybe a crossing. I hope it says “The End”.
I sit in a burgundy leather chair at work Hoping that I don't get fired. But I tried downloading an unauthorized program onto my computer And a pop-up with the word ******* Flashed across the screen when I went to check the baseball scores.
Maybe I will forsake this whole ******* life And run off into a hermitage Heaping ashes on myself, prostrated before a cheap wax statue. But on some level what I'm really doing Is avoiding responsibility.
I'm dreading the drive home, to be honest Because I know you will greet me with that fiery anger That paradoxically gives me an ******* But also breaks my heart.
Maybe I can just walk in the door ***** preemptively sealed in a yellowed Mason jar, And say,
"Just stay right where you are, Steve." "We don't want any trouble..."