Summer is leaving

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What a discouraging feeling... It's empty and so, so lifeless.

A summer filled with so much freedom and joy at last -
no need to worry about deadlines,
no need to live with a schedule,
just a time to be.
Summer.

Yet, time races forward -
always going forward without a pause.
A break never comes.

Once the summer ends,
the new school year knocks on the door.
Like an unwelcome advertisement;
too noisy and too distracting.

For a little longer,
how about sleeping in under the blankets?
With the curtains shielding the sun away,
time going by without significant meaning.

For once,
when can I choose?