What I’ve learnt after a month

Of quarantine:

I don’t really have problems,

Most of them are really inside affairs.

They may involve others,

But they are nobody’s fault.

I have a ceiling to stare at,

Food to complain about,

A job to be bored,

Conversations to be made,

Warmth to be missed.

This is definitely not my fight,

I am privileged enough to be

In lack of social events among

Other unnecessary addictions.

History is being lived at this time,

This dystopia that neither Orwell or Huxley

Could think about.

I wish I could do more,

But I have accepted that the most I can do

Is staying still inside my house and my mind

Daydreaming of whatever the hell I please,

Contemplating the beauty of our

Taken for granted freedom.

After all the medleys inside my mind,

I am left with one single selfish question:

When all of this is over,

No matter when,

Will you be able to be free with me?