It’s not dirty until it is clean
It’s not alive until it dies
Oh what a tragic life
It must be to spend such time
Looking at a dying mind in quarantine
Rather than imagining a life of paradise
Money plus love equals paradise
Minus those and life offers a clean
Slate to focus on what’s good in quarantine.
Yet you’d rather run wild til the rush dies.
The rush will truly die in due time.
In a rush, one does not reflect on life.
The rush doesn’t stare at the mirror of life,
In its glass there is no eternal paradise.
No one has time to wait for time.
It takes time to stare at the mirror and to clean
The charming thought before it dies
While placed in the scene of quarantine
Oh how I avoid the quarantine.
Ever since a teen, I hide my life
From my mind because it dies
When it cannot have its nice paradise
A paradise of mind never truly becomes clean
It just messes up the reality in quick time.
Stop thinking, there will be another time
To practice mental hygiene in quarantine
Ever since eighteen, I have been clean.
From there on, I live a clean, green life.
But one day’s luxury of paradise
May not exist tomorrow when the time dies.
In quarantine, one dreams indeed dies
But another dream builds in quiet time.
A time dedicated to build a new paradise.
Don’t demean what is seen in quarantine.
Let your time be devoted to your life
And let your mind become clean.
A dream dies, but a mind is clean.
Take time to examine your life
And find heaven’s paradise in quarantine.