Adam

16

Summer
It reminds me of what once was
What is might of been
What it should have been

It tells me not to worry as the next year approaches
It tells me not to fear
But it lies
I think

If it speaks truth, I will not listen
I never do

If it speaks lies, I still do not hear
For that is how I live

I think

It when I don't think that summer comes early

Summer is not the months, June July August
It is a break, a freedom, a banishment

Summer occurs when I mess up, when I am done

Summer happens only to end
And begin again

I think