Is no human contact love
Or just lust
Is a smile a marker of trust
Or a buildup of lies about too bust
Is six feet enough
I wonder
Is this isolation a must
That we're under
Based on life smaller than dust
With multiple vectors and predetermined destination in us
I never thought a sneeze and with today's modern minds could bring a nation to there knees and become the new sign of the times
Our future holds quarantines and empty lines no hugs no handshakes
And sanitary fines perhaps one day planetarily confined
We can Close this chapter
With an open mind