JulyPoWriMo 5

It seems appropriate that so many
Symptoms are unaccounted for despite
So much time gone by doing nothing here
Waiting for some semblance of normalcy
To return as if we figured it out
A long time ago—you know the living
Together without killing each other
Seeing this world for the fragile fuckup
By all means it keeps appearing to be
Strange to feel a sense of nostalgia for
The future we saw when it all shut down
That is long gone along with good weather
We would rather be stuck outside burning
Than inside pretending to change our ways