It gets old to speak these days of the hardships that come one’s way
but I can’t face the sunny day with all that’s going on
Between the photons streaming down, infection fills the gaps
builds into a pathogen, on the front door raps
Just as the protons spinning around, the threat is everywhere
red sky carries more bad news and liberty is rare
Far away
on the summit of gods
far away are you at the river Styx?
far away
on another spiral arm
my friend you’re so very far
Skills lapse and muscles collapse where complete isolation keeps us
businesses fail without any custom, that’s where confinement leads us
But worse consequence for our mothers and fathers lacking in resistance
when we act so selfishly and break the social distance
So stay where you are ‘till quarantine ends
next to the river and over the peak
on some distant star, around a strange bend
and in the new twenties we’ll meet
