The days of Summer ooze out of the calendar.
As the days multiply, I find myself losing my sanity.
No real routine to keep me in line.
My contact with the outside world slips through my fingers.
What I used to know leaks out of my entirety.
There is simply nothing real for me to do.
All of what I do is one big mirage that fades away as Autumn nears.
As Summer drips outside my reach,
I thank the Lord that the mild hell-hole known as Summer is gone.
That is when I start to pull and tug at the amazing wonder of Autumn.
I start to love life all over again.
But before I know it, Summer slaps me in the face.