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It was the year of the tyrant
It was the year of the mask
It was a year of coming down
For some who did instead of asked
It was a year of see you later
It was a year of maybe not
A year of moving pictures
Captured in screen shots
It was a year of new beginnings
A year of false starts
A year of light headedness
And a year of heavy hearts
What’s your twenty
Where ya headed, who ya been
How are you feeling
Standing on the pointy end
It was the year we eradicated fomo
A year we looked at everything
What do you wanna watch
Lyin’ president or tiger king?
It was a year of many questions
Mostly what the fuck?
A year of coming unglued
A year of staying stuck
What’s your twenty
Where ya headed, who ya been
How are you feeling
Pressed against the pointy end
It was a year we let ourselves down
A year only endured
So it’s easy to forget
It’s the year they found a cure
Maybe you’ll forgive me
Lighting up cigars in hell
But this will be to me
The year that I met Annabel
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The month that's a year, the paranoia and fear, pandemic and protests abound.
The house getting smaller, the take out food squalor, everything online or naught.
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The perceptible loss and the grassroots cost of time goes on and on and on.
The dirge of the day, reverse, repeat, replay, again, goes on and on and on.
No travel allowed, avoiding all crowds, masks and distancing space.
The Amazon boxes, the composting rot says, the Governor extended the stay.
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Stuck in these same rooms, Google meetings and work Zooms, the everyday normal is changed.
Friends, family and neighbors, collecting party favors, for gatherings never to be.
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Never, ever alone, with the computer and phone, wanting to just break free.
The kids all at home, the game thunderdome. competing again and again.
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The time we're together, in all kinds of weather, willingly or forced.
Minute to minute, and hour to hour, slow down relax and breathe.
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