We’ve been at it for more than a year
This never-ending-bullshit
This never-ending-shit show
The overexposure and the isolation
The intimacy that has turned into imprisonment
We were playing musical chairs before
And then the music stopped
Forever
I spent months just waiting to hear the music again
Hoping I could get up and stretch my legs
But I am still here
Looking out into the world through this digital portal
Forgetting why I have a body at all
Every day is the same but more and more different to how it was before
Before the world ended
Before the music stopped
Before freedom was granted based on statistics
Before we sat in a waiting room surrounded by a state of emergency
I can’t really remember how it was before
And I can’t see a way out
I’ve adapted and I’m angry
And I’m sad
And I think I am allowed to sit in this feeling
For as long as I need
Before I let it go