A travel in time, to a better line, where the virus, hasn't yet thrown us under the bus.
A serendipity, a worth for our proclivity, say August of last year, a care for our fear.
Fire away the antimatter engines, add in the lustful draught of Benzene. Fasten your seat belts, next stop paradise, a grin, a cheer, pour me a glass add some ice!
Hey Captain America, Iron Man too! have I lost my mind, nothing for a clue? Lockdown has fried my brains, rotted my soul, the virus kills in many ways, its a devil not a foal!