Returning
The world is in panic.
People are terrified.
Life as we knew it has suddenly flipped on its head.
When will it end? - is the question on everyone's lips.
We are all too desperate to return back.
Back to how it used to be.
Back to our jobs and schools.
Back to the buzz and chaos.
Back to painting the town red.
Back to the rush of life.
We want to return.
To return back into the world.
To return to our families and friends.
To return to our normal routines.
To return back to life.
We are frantic and anguished.
And so amidst all the disarray.
And amidst all the dread.
We seem not to realise.
We have already returned.
We have returned back to living.
Back to basics.
We have returned back to ourselves.
Back to solitude.
We have returned back to natural.
For nature, is where we all began.
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