In the middle of September
The sky a clear blue
As if calling
Rejoice! Summer is due
Without further cue
I follow my feet
Weaving through the cars,
Spinning through the park.
People pass by me as I remark
With my stars and idols out of reach
At least that guy, this girl - I’d like to meet
As silently we greet
For headphones, you can’t beat.
Disappointed, my feet turn
No longer noticing the suns’ burn
Until warmly greets my screen
On the couch where I’ve always been.
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