So what is it?
I don’t know. My brain is muddled. Confusion reining supreme.
I want to work out. Not sit here but I cannot.I am trapped within the virus.
No fun. However, not vital. For it is flu, not terminal. I should count myself lucky, yet I don’t
for it is only a flu.
What is there to be scared of? Oh the aches, how they chill my bones?
Heat up the core and watch the pounds sweat off. Feed a fever? Not a chance.