I am thinking about the summer,
the summer of my life,
when ignorance is bliss,
awake at night and kiss,
and nothing is amiss
the time is not there yet,
and even when we met
berserk with gluttony,
ahead of symphony
behind cacophony.
No dissonance at all,
no hitting on the wall,
the choices were much true,
no fish of every hue,
just me and you,
a few years back,
no scale, no hack,
no such a pack.
No werewolves or vampires,
we listen to umpires,
all dressed in white,
all knight at night.
Ready to fight
the war to end all wars,
to go to Mars
or any other crazy dream.
You are my kin, and
you can see the sky
at night, so high,
it makes you fly.
And then the nostalgia
will hit so hard, so low,
will make you bow
to gods that were not
invented yet.
All set.
It's time to go,
for now!
