Summertime was oblivious.

Nothing outside of the present moment mattered.

Of course time kept going,

but no one wanted to see.

What day was it?

It's not like it mattered.

Summertime was peaceful.

No people, except for the ones that mattered.

Refreshing.

You can't pretend to be blind forever though.

Eventually the leaves start to change.

The sun says its goodbyes a little earlier.

The heat of it slowly starts to subside.

The oblivion is gone.

Your carefreeness.

The warmth.

The peace.

Your freedom.

All to soon,

It's becoming real.