Everywhere I turn
Nothing to do
Keep busy with work
Where to find the fun
In a pandemic we
Must be creative
Listening to records
At home
Calling friends as
The sun goes down
Tomorrow comes back
Like yesterday
And fun is done in
The moment you create it
However you make it
Alone or in
The arms of someone
The air is still
Stagnant almost
Perfectly perfect
Nothing to stand in the way
Of what life is perpetuating
In a very unexhilarating way
The clock chimes
Nine thirty

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at