if I were that little boat
sailing alone in the ocean blue...

the wings of time
just flip and flap...

a rose as red as blood has bloom
and birds have come to see it now...

Everyday, every night,
when the sun or the moon is out...

Stop! Don’t give any step forward.
With this quarantine and people’s idiotic...

It’s been a while...
my eyes have gotten used to seeing...

I have so much to say
but my throat is a gas chamber...

the number of infected people keep on rising
like waves trying to drown us...

people turn pale blue
when a guy at the register...

Tomorrow a flower grows
in fields of sorrow, fed by shadows of an Oak...

yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...

My sleep abandoned me
when being awake hugged me tightly...