The word travel now sounds distant
Left peculiar taste in my mouth
Trying my best to keep my ground
What other choices do I have?
Seems the key here to remember
Is not to ask “when” in question
But free our mind from deception
Was our past world ever normal?
So life sends message we’re mortal
A good place to start reflection
For those who are not familiar with Decima, it is not a 10-line poetry with 8 syllables per line and following a rhyme set of ABBAACCDDC or two stanzas of ABBA/ACCDDC