Since days go by without a second thought
Of where we are or where we all could be
Identities defined by what we bought
We hide our faces so no one can see
The fabric of our lives is but a span
We hope is threaded through more future days
To live and know enough to say we can
Rest easy or at least avert our gaze
And cross the street as coughing cars go by
Not knowing what the next block has in store
Turns out we humans have enough to buy
When we can freely enter as before
The unexamined lives that were unkind
To all—oh well whatever never mind
Joshua Keiter 