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.

1:30 A.M.
November 10th, 2018.