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Tentative is where we are
A vague and doubtful slick
In between a haze of nebulous
A figment fallacy burnt out wick
In this outcome unexpected
Where we recede as one
Displaying keep-out notices
Always easier said than done
Individual pods of stand alone
Assuming less is more
In dreams of perfect upshots
Like when we thought we won the war
We’ve given trade the finger
As if we have the upper hand
To soldier on without a map
In games to lose we never planned
A virus made it easier
For us to shrink and go without
By closing down free enterprise
Where future shoots can never sprout
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