It’s Thursday now in Quarantine. I’m lost deep within my mind.
Thinking about something said… Without a face to find.
It’s something about someone that we both used to know.
Somewhere down somewhere deep. Deep down that rabbit hole.
It’s darker than the shadows and it’s colder than the night.
It’s open to suspicion. Interpretation is the blight.
I wake up in my coffee and come back here to now.
It’s a one way ticket. No refunds do they allow.
It’s testing and it’s grading. No posers taking stance.
It’s distant and it’s real. Letting go is our best chance.