But we all have our days,
When no other outcome's conceivable,
That's not filled with dismay,
The future's tenuous the best of times,
All we have to soothe us,
Is an illusion of control o'er fate,
While knowledge of what's to come's dubious,
What's different now is we're facing the truth,
The naked emperor,
Bereft of distractions from who we are,
What is all of this for?
Forget Covid,
It has always been there,
The chance that your world could be upended,
All you have built vanished into thin air.
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