She wonders where her life will go.
So many possibilities to follow,
Which one is right? she has to know.
Layers and layers of whitened dust.
She has to choose one path to trust.
One and only one she must.
If only she could find the lust!
She grabs her tea to cross the room-
Perhaps the view causes her gloom;
This feeling of ever hovering doom;
Encircling her like a poisonous fume.
She looks to the pictures on her wall,
(Thumb-tacked because the tape would fall)
Towel, sunglasses, friends and beach ball.
That time of year is the best of them all.
The river, the lake, the boat and the cake,
All experiences she'd love to re-take.
In the summer sun she would daily bake,
Back when the smile was never fake.
The sweater, the jeans, the tights underneath,
The door, uglified with that hideous wreath,
The ever-consuming of soup with beef,
And TV re-runs of the Christmas thief-
She wants to go back to the time without schools.
More freedom, more fun, and less of the rules.
If only she had the right time machine tools,
Instead of brain-dimming, she'd be swimming in pools.
And then, an idea! a spark! something new!
She rushed to her closet, she knew what to do!
With her tank top, and shorts and thin sandal shoes,
She turned the heat up to one hundred and two.
She layed out a blanket and plopped on her bed.
This new idea went straight to her head.
Pulled out a magazine and read and read.
Then her hunger for summer was rightfully fed.
BONUS
(damn skippy you're excited)
In class, I know just what to do.
If you're bored, you can do it too.
When you don't understand,
Write with your left hand.
Or just ask to go to the loo.
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