As Summer turns into the climate
(and not just an idea or a regret)
The longevity of the rest of our lives
Is boldened to a point of exhausting us
So much time to do so much
A sort of twist of events in the main scheme
To shake use from our safe dream
Like a thunderstorm
Striking down into our lives
Slicing holes into movie screens
Flooding all the summer green
Welcome to the last summer of your life
What? That's not what this - this summer of
Oppurtunity
Was supposed to be
No reply.
Of course, fate has a nasty
Little way of taking everything
Then never replying to your
Prayers and ambitions
Fuck optimism.
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