It’s warm outside, And sunny, yes, But also slow ...and dead
It’s the kind of summer’s blues That I get towards the end Of the break, Before the next year of school starts
The kind That I used to get Before i got a job Before, when i had nothing to do At the end
It’s a nostalgia that i don’t like Knowing that school is coming, And wondering where the time went After the good times When my family was home And weren’t tired And neither was i
When i didn’t have to worry At all About my future, About my friends, About myself
I used to get bored of the freedom That a three month break Gave me
I got bored Of doing… Nothing
Something that i crave now
Drawing Reading Idly lying in the grass And staring at the clouds