Isolated by governmental decree,
Can stop you being what you want to be.
Sharing time and space with friends you like,
It cannot be done, if first you need to bike,
For leaving home is forbidden.
Shopping for pleasure is against the law,
But being so long alone begins to gnaw,
And make you want to go out,
Find somewhere to stand and shout,
“I’m missing you all.”
Just when you feel you’re going round the bend,
The government brings isolation to its end
And life begins anew,
With you wondering what to do
By way of celebration.
By Aja
The Bugle 