The summer has started
And already I'm alone
Maybe this is what He intended
Maybe this is that cliche time I've been given to "Find Myself"
As if I don't already know myself well enough
But who knows
Maybe I'll discover something yet
I'll greet the sunrise and capture the sunset
Music playing sweetly into my ears
As hues of blues dance across the sky
I tried to escape into temporary paradise
But was cast out
These are my summer hellos
As if it matters....
YOU ARE READING
Right Between The Eyes
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