Shut down

It’s hours after the world has gone to sleep - that I worry about it. 

It’s in the dark dawn that I lie awake and feel fear. Fear that Rome is burning, that hope is running, that after everything - there’s still only you calling me - and yet you’re gone too. 

Despite the chaos, and all the goddam building I’ve constructed - it can collapse that easily. It can be shut down and shut out - just like that. 
It can pause the life just had - when it was everything ahead.
‘Cause wasn’t I - just waking up easy next to someone - after chasing late hours and new songs - where only ludicrous hangovers were our immediate danger. 

Weren’t the worries passing by and the plans ready to play? Weren’t we kissing in the bar and wonderful... The last night of feeling, fading into quarantine. 

Now where have we woken to?
 and where will we next? 

I should be the poet of a masterpiece - I should rush the romance of the reservation. 
Create the worthwhile proof of an artist trapped inside the world. 

I should blink awake with a new feeling of future moves. Then again - I’ve sent those moves already too. 

And nothing changed.
The sun still stone, the winds still moved - and we start counting the days like never before. 

So wake the dawn we must, 

Bar the windows and hunch against the horrible storm of here. 

Pray for surviving, for passing over, for beautiful resurrection to joy again. 
We take the day and count the lessened blessings. 
We breathe again even when it stutters. 

How Id love to be looking back in a bustling restaurant in summer with you -
I can hear the noises, taste the shared wine, and smell the air rich with adventure and suspense - 
How we dream of tomorrow now - with such clinging need. 

So let’s grip it. Let’s dream on that instead in every midnight -
Open up and ready the change. 
Let’s make every moment out there again - everything we have. 
When we can give and touch and leap again. 
When the world re starts. 

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