I sit in my haven and look the sky, it is clear, it is blue.
A few clouds occupy the space where I used to be,
They move freely and I yearn to be with them,
But Alas! I am caged.
I sit in my shelter and look out,
They come and tease me and I roar,
They throw pebbles and garbage at me,
But Alas! I am chained.
I swim in my small tank,
They come and look at me,
They mock at me by knocking at the glass,
But Alas! I am captured.
I look out of the window,
The empty streets, the empty roads,
The place where I used to be,
But alas! I am quarantined.