Another repeat. Wake up and get ready for the day. Nowhere to go, though. My house, once my home, is now my prison. Now there’s Zoom where we can sit and listen. Confined is normal, isolation is the trend. There is nothing to do except type and hit send. We are all alone, heads in our phones but how can you blame us? You can’t.
Another repeat. Get up, go down. Is this it or is clicking submit the highlight. Days pass and each seems the same. No more middle school problems, only the internet failing. Autumn passed and no one noticed. The screen is my life, I just have to focus. What used to be classes are now bedrooms. The first thing to do is get onto Zoom. The days are repeating and the students are cheating, is this it? Days pass, each the same. Once foreign to me is now my normal.
Another repeat. Daydream for hours, a fantasy in our heads. Imagine you left, went far, far away. Where you could leave all worries and fears, where all your tears would melt away. Here is where the trouble is. All the tests and mistakes we can’t escape. Come back to reality because that is where the sickness is, the hate, the disunity. Come back because that is where you are.
Another repeat. Now we are never going downstairs. Trying desperately to prepare for something we don’t know is coming. We learned to be content within confined. Constantly struggling to not fall behind. When the year passes by, even though it feels like a month. When the computer fights for our attention while we are looking at our phone. When we are all alone.