Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

Quarantine induced existential crisis

It feels like fifty years have passed and still, I'm locked inside

If I spend another hour I think I'm gonna cry

Three more people in the room feels like a huge crowd

Can't escape the prying eyes of these old curious crows

We don't get along together, barely laugh at all

And hardly tolerate each other - it's a forever brawl-

And it is quite ironic, that I wish to be alone

When I used to love people, and made anywhere my home

If they ask about my future, I'll smile and I'll lie

The only thing I want from it, is a fucking way to die

I can't find a little hope even though I try

Where is god I wonder, as I sit down and I sigh

This life sucks, I want a refund, this aint what I planned

I don't know what I will do, once this nightmare ends

Cause I don't have a job, or a career; it is no fun

To think of a sweet future, when your life hasn't begun

Dad's been reading about coaching, and hhinks that he's so smart

Mom keeps saying "just be positive", and "You need to take a walk"

Don't they understand? This shit's bigger than us all

The world's slowly dying, it's poisoned to the core

But of course, I'll read more books, I'm sure that they will help

When I'm gone at least I'll have an HD map of hell

And of course I'll take a stroll, out there on the busy street

Let corona catch me, and have the best reason to weep

This life sucks, I want a refund, this aint what I planned

I don't know what I will do, once this fucking nightmare ends

I don't have a job, or a career; It is no fun

To think of a sweet future, when your life hasn't begun