More people on the road this day 

If only I could find my way 

Unaccustomed to a long commute 

I journey on without a suit 

The threshold warns of the old rules 

If only they would apply in schools 

I hear voices, unburdened from wearing a mask 

I try to focus on my task 

Meeting someone new without any strife 

Better than HD in real life 

The simple act of sharing a meal 

Telling some secrets is part of the deal 

Traveling home doesn’t seem so extended 

The dread of being alone will soon be suspended 

The sun slips behind the horizon 

Bursting sky colors are rising 

Watchful windmills protect the farm 

While my roadway continues harm 

Darkness returns to me as a friend 

Yet Hope springs forth as I ascend