Time seems to pass in irregular patterns
How the mind obscures our perception
Sometimes as quickly as sliding on ice
Often it passes without any inclination.
We lose track of time, as if a moment has passed
Looking around with eyes glazed over in mist
Only to find friends, family and aspirations gone
Unaware that except by grace do we even exist
The conditions we live in these passing months
Turn our normal to something we can’t compare
Who would have thought we’d miss so much
That all we cherished might just disappear.
To isolate and follow direction to try to stay safe
Locked up like someone that committed a crime
Is this really life we thought we would be living
Or are we just existing, as if frozen in time.