I long for the summer.

You’ll follow where I go
knowing I will find
the chance to go back.

I try to do it myself,
I want to see and
let the words fall out.

I long for the summer.

I’ve just got to go,
another colour turns to grey
and I have to take it.

Just like you,
I am aware that
there’s no one left to blame.

There’s no one left to blame.
I’m walking away
now I truly realise

I long for the summer.

[Found poem. Each line is chosen from a song obtained by googling the previous line. When stuck in a circle, repeat the first line.]