(It's midnight and I close the door.
I know a cold summer is on the way,
even though it's still asleep.
I've searched my pockets
and still put my earbuds through the wash.
My brain battery is on 1%.
I hope I dream of a cool spring,
One that bounces my friends and family
higher and higher,
until we all reach through the clouds,
and take from the sun
what is meant to be.)