warm and simple, dark but clear
summers are unforgiven, september's almost here
the porch is small and made of slate
even more like a patio, more like a gate
the hours seem vast, but numbered i fear
could have stayed here forever, at least brevity's sincere
through the eyes of apathy and the lesson of lies
one learns to procrastinate of one learns to fly
on this evening, she chose the latter of the two
only star as the witness and i to block their view
warm and simple, dark but clear
i'll leave it to my imagination
i'm in for another long year