Sunlight slipping through tiny slots,

of shuttered windows barring me from outside,

heavy eyes yearning to go back to sleep,

or to wake up to a better 'morrow

Not another of those days,

I hear my mind complain,

to sitting in front of screens,

a bizarre new routine

I crave for those carefree walks

and those idyllic cafe spots,

for no masks, no fear of coughs

It's surreal to see this unfold,

social distancing, no hands to hold,

as an invisible enemy lurks about

I can't just shrug this paranoia off,

despite things looking up afterall,

except for those coloured cloths covering faces

and maintaining distance in public spaces

But I have lost the freedom to dream,

of traveling to lands unseen

As fear approaches about the future,

every day an inch closer 

I try to silence my inner demons,

splashing paint over canvases and bottles,

trying out new recipes, recreating familiar flavours

As that tiny part of me stays to remind,

hold on, things will look better,

it's just a matter of time!