Someday Soon

Close my eyes and think of whimsy reasons not to, seem so flimsy tired of all this same old news I want more rhythm, no more blues this oh so endless reverberation about quarantine and isolation so I'd rather be inside my head until this all comes to an end where I can see the better times and forget the recent days gone by think summer drinks on patios and campfire laughter up in smoke high fives, hugs and whispers near seeing someone grinning ear to ear passions, and ideas collided instead of being so divided wedding dances, bouquets tossed gathering to mourn the ones we lost being able to meet the new ones born birthdays, milestones, so much more if you need me that is where I'll be behind my eyelids, dreaming dreams and when the world comes off pause and the negativity withdraws I'll open them up and finally see the way it is supposed to be.