With Regards To Summer

These blurring lines into questions bend my mind

Likened to times that I realize

That I hold the key to a door in between me and forevermore

And you're waiting for me.

With time still and fixed in this darkened hall

It seems so endless with the paintings on the wall

All the pauper-painted portraits are so enticing

They lead to my regress and you're waiting for me.

Summer's here

Sweat stained from fear

Of what happens when I push this door in?

And questions of, "who will I become?" and

"will I find you there… endlessly waiting?"

These halls lead me on as all lines lead to you

Surreal imaginations on this canvas dreamed in blue

Of "what is beyond?" and "who you are?" leaves me hungry for more

A shadow and the door…and you're waiting.

Summer's here

Sweat stained from fear

Of what happens when I push this door in?

And questions of "who will I become?" and

"will I find you there…endlessly waiting?"

Did they find you there

Amidst the wild stares of the painters who never dared to care

We've lingered in these hallways

This summer I'm pushing through this door

All I know is that you have to be there x4