Lockdown, Part Deux of....?

So now, we're under lockdown again
Choice of virus, or going insane
Talk to myself, as no-one else left
Of human physical contact, i'm now bereft

I speak to people, on Microsoft, and Zoom
aAs they wander like ghosts, into my room
So not entirely isolated, As you see
But nobody to chat with, over a nice cup of tea

I'm like a grain of sand, on an empty beach
Floating in a universe, not able to reach
And the only people, iv'e seen around
Are these masked aliens, headed for town

And in their eyes, behind their face
The look of fear, and sadness, in an empty place
It's like living, in an obscure surreal dream
As nothing is any longer, quite what it seems

As the silence returns, we all turn mute
And there's not much around, other than political dispute
I await, for this bloody virus to end
So we'll eventually meet up, with much beloved friends