I went out today
Headed down the way
Dark steps across a shadowed land
Track marks left in crimson sand
Treasure me here
Forget me there
I can no longer meet you
I can no longer greet you
The town is a buzz
The people are scuzz
They spread their poison with glee
They know not what I see
Maybe it was too soon
It's still the time of the loon
Everyone's in their maskless glory
Spreading their germ-filled story
They're not ready
Life's not steady
I don't want to live in fear
But I am surrounded by madness here
I finish my roam
I head back home
Across the burning sands I tread
Leaving where sanity has fled
What about next week
Is that too soon to seek
Will it have played out by then
Or will it still be too early for zen
Too soon
Too. Soon.
So I wait
So, I. Wait.
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