it doesn’t
feel like summer

it doesn’t seem
like I can relax

it doesn’t look
like I have much to
smile about

the breeze can’t help me
the sun can’t help me
I can’t help me

this is to
put it simply

I’ve messed up

despite all my confidence,
all my work,
all my trials and former
accomplishments…

I get nothing

life is not any nicer
to kings than peasants

there is something wrong
with my tonight

something wrong
with time and mind
and body

there isn’t any difference

the morning awaits
just like today’s
but it should wait like
something new
and fresh
and
healing


but it doesn’t

the pattern of my entire
life lays out before me