A Life Outside These 4 Walls (Is Possible But Do I Want It?)

I sit here as the curtain of lock-down is finally, at long last,
Lifted after months, days, hours, hell the longest year of this life
Have passed and we can return to the horrible pattern of the hard
Daily grind of living settled with the retaliation that invariably
Comes a few short hours later when I can walk into that pub and
Get my first sweet taste of a god-damn draught beer, something that
Is so close now I can almost smell it and I know, outwardly at least,
I will celebrate when I throw the first one down my throat at some
Point soon but somewhere somehow I can feel it welling up from
The darkness within, a confusion is coming as, right now, it’s been
So long and just now, stood staring from my one window I just
Thought how strange it will be to be out there, outside of these 4 walls
Which for so long now have been a prison cell of my own making.