Meanwhile During Summer
We truly met last season
You showed me lots of great things
and people, beyond reason.
But the second time around
We've been waiting for the start off.
Time when we feel so fine
and nothing care of.
Meanwhile we sit waiting
in the cube where it's all blue
Meanwhile we just wonder:
Summer, where the fuck are you?"
So I'm still waiting for my Summer to start. And it doesn't seem much close. Maybe I should pay more attention to the little opportunities that come up. Or maybe I just shouldn't bother, for my own good. Just keep relaxing. But when one's Summer consists of constant "relaxing," sometimes you need the drag.
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