On quarantine “productivity”
On misconstrued overtures and thwarted friendships
A stray thought in an otherwise empty mind,
One that forces it to look beyond
The daily grind.
Trapped in a life no less than a mundane maze,
Nothing to pique her interest
Nor catch her gaze,
She plunges into the unknown,
The seeds for the rest of her life having just been sown.
November 10th, 2018.