And as the final days of summer wound into the Past
And as the final days of summer wound into the past
he found that he did not mourn its passage
as he'd always done before.
What changed he wasn't sure
why he couldn't tell
but he felt no regret
as the summer breathed its last.
Inspecting the season's break
he saw again the time he spent
on the ways in which he could relax
when barely out school's door.
The scenes spin by
the weeks fly by
and a ray of summer light
fell upon his face.
But now he sees the summer's end
and soon to school return again
and where the body is captive
the mind can but yearn.
And though his weeks will grind by
he will keep his face to the sky
in hopes that the light comes again
to heal the damage self-inflicted.
The more the animal fights it
the more the trap bites in
future's looking overcast
with a chance of sunbreaks.
He sits, in a chair, at a desk, thinking
now and in a week
about how life works
writing out his mind.