oh, to be dumb and young,
with 1000 promises ahead of you,
not knowing they will all turn to lies.
a groundhog's day of early-20s hedonism
where one must keep smiling through a hangover
that inches towards delirium.
The airborne menace known as COVID-19
was not even a glimmer of a possibility,
and life was good if not hella hectic.
I accept that those days are gone,
and new days and bad air are here,
while I hang onto at least one covenant.