Sizzling summer nights.
Don't even want to use the light.

Too hot for cloths of any kind.
If it gets any worst, I may loose my mind.

The heat may be cool.
But you will still be a fool.

Melting into a puddle,
pour it with a funnel.

Where did you go?
Why would you lay low?

I've been searching for years,
I haven't quiet conquered all my fears.

Self-doubt can ****,
And you will never get your fill.

Emptiness follows me around,
until we are found.

Does anyone hear us crying out?
Will it matter, do they have any clout?

Summer has come, although is will ease with moon rise.
It is time to say good-day  and good-night, sleep tight and keep wishing big wishes, you might be surprised what will come true.