Inconsequential or beyond significance,
uninspiring, or perhaps magnificent,
our world is broken as we heal,
You might have funds,
but how do you feel.
Nothing is clear like a morning sky,
Nothing as vibrant as birds that fly,
Where did the time go,
where is the chime,
why is our body feeling like slime.
Hiding, secluded, a year unforeseen,
got some protection, everyone’s mean.
Our psyche is messed up,
We’ve been through a lot,
Childhoods in disarray,
minds can’t keep up.