There is one thing
I say
When I get up
On my soapbox
Figure out one thing
In this life
Just one thing
Is all you need
Figure out
Who
The
FUCK
You are!
Yes
You must be
True to yourself
BUT
To be able to do so
You must know
Who you are
Spend
The
Time
Figure out who you are
What you need
What you want
Keep it in mind
Only then
You can be honest
And true
To yourself
– James Dubeau
Confined in my quarters
For uncountable days now
Can only get out
To run a few miles
And see a few faces
Along the way
No real interaction
Just a smile
And a wave
As I jog on past
For the rest of the hours
I’ve just been
Me in my head
With a few moments
Of reaching out
To familiar voices
Hammered out in text
Across computer screens
To keep me sane
– James Dubeau
Quarantine
All I think about
Is quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Quarantine
Least of my worries
Is learning how to spell
Quarantine
Greatest worry
Is probably
Along the lines of
Thinking about
The health and safety
Of friends and family
But
If I was selfish
My worry is wondering
When I can be with people
Again
Well
Not
WITH
People
Just to go
Were the people are
In a coffee shop
To write
Away from home
– James Dubeau
New general orders
Came down the pipe
Stay at home
For a month
After a week
Of self imposed
Isolation
It seems like a long time
Too long for some
But it’s needed
Enforceable
Laws to ensure
People take this serious
And actually
STAY INSIDE
For all our sake
– James Dubeau
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