When I close my eyes
My mind takes me places
I can only dream
Imagination
Month: April 2020
Un-presidented
Who could have known
Dreams would lie shattered
Human life no longer mattered –
Last breath sighed on their own.
Insulated, disconnected or isolated
Behind thin masks and stone walls
Or hollow, emptied shopping malls
Meanwhile we’re all being mutated
To a future that is unprecedented
The new normal
A contradiction-
Making time invalid,
Inevitably-
The world has to change,
Is social distance
a cure or infection?
What’s new in the normal?
Chevvy's diary 