the summer is dying;

the summer is dying
and we're going to have to face the music
to walk down the isle with many eyes
only to have our worst dreams realized.

unlike what others sing
our parallel thoughts eventually merging
to one focal point
of simply stopping time
to live in the moment.

but as all good things must come to an end
so does the summer we relish in
allowing the sun to swell
and eventually burst
our unconstricted freedom.

schedules and books and coffee
will once again don the breaking of the day
fresh, and new to start
but still unwilling to wake up
from the comforts of our lazy bed.