Be Welcome Here


For a long time, I ran away from you
Reality is raw...
You knocked at my door
Drank my coffee on my couch
Be welcome real life
My personal coach says I should face you
So I let you stay and check my Facebook
Because the world is sick
But life is still Perfect on Instagram
Do I need a new program? Do I have to selfie it?
No, I don't feel like it
There is the worst pandemic out there, you say
And you are setting me free from it
This virus is more lethal than the one on TV
Raises levels of idiocy and selfishness
Maybe you are asymptomatic
But this is already on your brain
You heard he said: I can't breathe...
I thought this was not with me
And you thought it too and cried. But do you really care?
Real status and stories are not online
Please, set me free and let the sunshine on my face
Because there is no light on Facetime

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