Hunter Pearce

This quarantine
has really given me time and had shown to me;
this is an exaggeration but still put on this piece,
that I’m alone and I have nothing.
With a heart holding on for loving,
and a clock ticking down for something,
with plenty of time huffing and puffing,
but we keep grudging.
Bright sides though:
red eyes when I’m lucky.
I can’t really blame this quarantine,
I’d still have no plans for me,
so I persist on sleeping through every morning.