The popsicles melted as the waves belted. The everlasting feeling of warmth, did not provide comfort like before. The lies the sky spoke, made teens begin to choke. A place of learning, now a place of demise. A hope and yearning, only belongs to the wise. A promise was broken from beginning to end. A start so sweet, a fate dreading to meet. They speak with such passion, they lie with such ease. You can’t try to ration, lack of apathy. A sanctuary to the young, a prison for the old. If you once belonged, you don’t anymore. The ocean made for swimming, becomes a way to drown. However you must go through it, no good way around. Running to the shore, only finding more work. They did warn you, I’m sure: of the beasts that lurk. Now as the sun sets, the end draws near. Losing hopeful bets; dreary fear. The games are ending, it’s time to fold. It’s unfortunate how the sky full of stars seems dead and cold; a place once magical now hurt to behold.