In the Midst


There are those who are frantic
And those who see no reason to panic.

With suffocation on the horizon,
What could be done but isolation?

At war with a plague, and like other wars,
The command underestimates its enemy.

But in the midst of the chaos,
I see new paths.

Life has many unknowns,
At times overwhelmingly frightening.

But I know now, I'll find new paths
When the former dies off.

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