to be frank, I never cared for fall not enamoured by the warm-hued leaves riding the winds as they fall to the ground where they crunch too cold for my old mimosa littered brunch the rain also wonβt stop who could claim this season and for what reason? I miss the sunlight and the warm embrace of the wind I miss the stressless summer bliss instead, here I am racking my head, studying for exams hoping I can just get back again to kayaking in the blue, wearing my swim trunks like a tattoo instead, here I am racking my head, swimming in the deep end will I drown who knows, thank god I love to idle and float or else I would be meeting Moby **** when the depression hits