As the sun looks on, my skin begins to burn
A bronze tone reflected into the distance
Sweat dripping from my brow as I beg the sky to keep me from melting
I am all but eager to exhale more hot air into my room
I can feel the unwelcome kisses of heat as I toss and turn
But this doesn't seem to be just another Summer, no
This one feels endless, with no ambition, and no desire to change
It's a lazy heat that seems to drive me crazy
Wish it would find another soul to torment
But with sticky air and cotton balls for tongues, all I can hope is that summer learns to move on, as must I
Because even in an endless summer, there is still so much more to do.
