Once we're out what will we do?
Do we run and shout across the meadows?
Or do we go back to places we missed
Do we give our longing significant others a kiss
Or simple leave behind the world we dismissed
The start of the new decade has not been kind
Everyday survival feels like a grind
Will the day come where all of this is simply bliss
Or there is an impending apocalypse?
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