Heat wave

“In the heat wave, cicadas’ song
Rises higher than my own
Spirit; laying here, fragile, just waiting
For the start of a new beginning.

In the haze of my sluggish mind
My inspiration has plenty of time
To create castles in the air before
Day dreams turn into something more.

Expectations lie awake with me,
Picture perfect of a future not yet here,
I know I have been burned by them many times
But, for now, I’ll blame the heat for the spark in my eyes.”



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