The Summer Blues
With summer here I don't see any progress
All the things I said I would do,
All the lies I told my self.
I'll be more productive -
and get what needs to be done, done
I'll put my needs into focus and my
thoughts wont be a mess.
I'll write down what I'll do
and let it serve as a guide
in my test.
But even my paper
with my thoughts
is jumbeled and
confusing
so I lie in bed
wondering what to do
now that I've caught a case
of the summer blues.
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