How can I step out of the front door
And drive to the jungle of uncertainties,
A battlefield of being healthy or slightly
Sick or on the verge of dying?
So, I shake my head and decline
Your most likely hastily made
Suggestion, or perhaps an impulse
To seek companion to face the world
Outside because you are also
Shaking with fear for the virus,
But you’re also dying with boredom
Of staying inside for too long.
