I love you Outside, with your chaos and din.
I miss you, Outside, and the way you aren’t In.
I miss going shopping for things I don’t need.
(I could use Amazon, but my morals impede.)
I miss going to restaurants; without them I’m lost.
I know I’m saving money, but god, at what cost?
Outside is full of playgrounds, and parks, and picnics too.
It’s got malls and museums and trips to the zoo.
I miss you so much, Outside, it makes my head spin.
(But I know once I can go Outside, I’ll want to stay In.)