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.