I was busy as long as I could remember

Every week had an event, and then daily things to account for

Meetings, dinners, parties, gatherings, food, meals, coffee.

Parking, driving,  i’m on my way, running late, and sometimes too early

Busyness, I wear you like a warm sweater that I knit in my childhood.

you protect me from feelings, memories and addressing the things I should

Time, I hate running out of you, I hate having too much of you.

I want the picture perfect experience of not too fast or slow,  everything a golden hue

Like the slow motion,  montage moments of laughter and glee.

However, now, all hell hath frozen over and the abyss of endless time lies before me,

the to-do list has turned into a to-don’t list to protect society,

lingering between these four walls produces mounts of anxiety,

the uncertainty, the unknown, the prison sentence…