The routine is getting mundane
With no sight of the end
Usually there is light at the end of the tunnel
This time the tunnel stretching more than it should
Moving from room to room is a journey
Dishing out trials on plates the sense of achievement
People in boxes sans touch, the new social
Beating boredom the third war
Words being said, perspectives being thrown
The mind pushed and shoved in all directions
Nothing like this has man seen before
Not the previous or the one before that
Stuck in our walls of brick and mortar
The mind freezes within its walls
It will change, some say
This is the norm, say others
Will I be able to hug you my friend
Hold your baby in my arms
Sit next to each other picking the brussels
Laughing without masks and gloves…

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