Anxious
Vanxious
Very very anxious
Corona you got me dead to rights
Taking my anxiety to greater heights
Clothes laid out the night before
Notes of inspiration at my door
Mask making hard to breathe
Already almost an impossibility
Down the stairs
Cross the street
House still there
For me to see
Easy, Easy
Slowly I breathe
Corona, you won't get the best of me

Vintage clothing fun to wear
Riding a horse getting away from me
Perfume made of wet earth

I'm afraid all the time.
I jump at a sound.
I
Hop
At a
Pop
I
Drop
All I
Got
I'm a soldier
In a war
That's not there
Anymore
But is

Prayer may not change Gods' decisions
But it holds our hands in those times of need

Flipping through the pages of my mind
Remembering those who have been kind
Securing me
With the help I need
But never thought I would receive

The stars and the moon
hang from above
any time now
the sun
The ground beneath
hard and dry
we pray
we cry
for the rains that passed us by
a return trip
relieve us now
this grip
of brittleness
Relieve us
please
the fatigue
of this earth
and give us back
it's worth

Why did you do it?
     I didn't know it would hurt you so much.
So, if it would hurt me a little bit then it would be alright? Now, come this time every year I can't do anything. You are my can't do anything.