Post Quarantine

February 20, 2021

This is what I intend to do,

Once I've broken free of you,

The monotonous, dreary hours,

Lockdown boredom has devoured.

Determined to see it through,

But then, this is what I'll do:

I'll go dancing every night,

Don high-heals and bling so bright,

Invite everyone I know,

To impromptu parties on-the-go,

Yes, believe me, it's true!

Things I never used to do.

I will travel to a distant land.

Vaccine passport firm in hand.

My life's missing at least a year,

But wipe away the angry tear,

And grab back the last few,

That's what I intend to do!

I will fiercely live each day!

Freedom's a mutation away.

But once the frustration has passed,

and I've exhausted energy at last.

I'll be snuggly sitting here with you.

Like we always seem to do.

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