Desert Season
It's another hot summers day
I walk in the hundred n' twenty degree heat
Wondering if walking in the wavering
Wilting oven of the outdoors is worth it.
Just to go down the street,
It's only about hundred meters away.
It will take minimal time by feet.
No--thats why we have cars.
Well its moved onto winter.
Fall doesn't even exist.
Winter is quite the exaggeration too.
Going outside is now a wonderful
Thing to do--fresh dust lingering,
Above us not a cloud in sight,
Visions blurring, is that a puddle?
No... its just the sun creating a...
Delusion?-- it's spring now
What happened to winter?
The flowers are blooming
With thorns and spikes there to
Protect them from the wild west.
Why is it already ninty-four outside?
Well its time to go swimming I guess.
Why is the water so warm?
Its another hot summers day.
You can literally fry an egg
Using the power of concrete
And the sun thats supposed to give us
Life? yeah. Life...
Yet, when hellfire says goodnight,
He says it in the most extravagant
And vibrant way. I think I'll stay.
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