To prosper is to live with peace
In wealth or health or simply being
With trying times and tribulations
We’ve lost our faith in our foundations
A seed of fear breeds suspicion
And too much freedom breeds disillusion
We think it’s time that holds us back
When really it’s discipline that we lack
Questions float into one’s mind:
What to do with so much time?
What really matters at the end of the day?
Can I claim I’m truly okay?
Here we sit behind locked doors
Agitated and waiting for our next orders
But we don’t have to wait in fear
We can still make this our year
A year of survival, a year to behold
A year of adaptation, a year to be bold