Vaccine(Covid-19) Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Just like a lid that closes off the pan
is the world in which we live now,
in which we move now, closed
Without room to maneuver,
we push foreword in a direction
that we don't know,
or can say, where it will lead us to
and how long it will take
Because the uncertainty
and the unpredictability of the event
doesn't give us any clues as to how this will end
And how many people still have to die
before a vaccine will be available?