People walk among the crowds
As the sun is shining down
Smiling, laughing, shouting, crying
summer’s heat begins to melt
Tables full of shining people
Their faces tell me nothing
A blankness I can’t comprehend
Do I see myself?
Once caught up in strictly trying
Time passes and something’s changed
Life seems short for mistrust
But its set in, hard to shake
Still the summer starts to melt me
Coldness leaving like a thaw
Standing wet in what does melt
Summer’s here
I’m standing, wet
