In the Eye of Self-Isolation

One solitary figure guiding a vessel
Self-governing and alone at the helm
Through rolling and heaving of waves
Thrashing of winds and lashing of rain

Just hold on as you were taught is muttered through clenched teeth

Piloting through to the centre
Through to the eye of the storm
A place dark and eerily still
Charged air heavy on the lungs

A mere moment of time, a single thread weighted down by suspension

Muffled noises from below
Rise up to tug for attention
Must be the mind playing tricks
A stiff back is turned to them

"Not the time for nonsense and madness" a mind silently screams

But nonsense and madness defy time and logic
The eye becomes rife with their chorus rebellion
Voices invoke song and flesh and bone
And they dance out from shadow and gather round

Now is the time ~ We need you ~ You need us, the Chorus sings