You sit by your window,
Watching the clouds turn into an astonishing dark,
The roads are empty ,
The wallet is weak,
All you keep saying to yourself is;
"Oh my, the future is so bleak".

Pandemic out there,
Please beware the sound of paid media murmurs in your ear,
"Oh what brought us here?", you ask yourself.
You.

You now want to wash your hands every given chance,
Wish you did the same for yours sins.
You now want to disinfect your home,
Wish you did the same for your soul.

And everyday you frown to wear a medical mask,
Yet you have been wearing a physical one all your life,
Hiding yourself from yourself.
Wish you had to courage to face your fears.

Hope one day the rain will truly arrive,
It will wash and cleanse your soul.
And the skies will be clear,
To an indigo you have only ever imagined in fairy tales.

The truth is there is no pandemic .
Nature is just doing what it knows best, to evolve.

But have you evolved?
Are you free or are you still caged?


© shreya_1997