Sitting on the edge
of the concrete path
The grains digging into my skin

Sitting on the edge
of the life I’ve got to live
Should I even try

Summer
Oh
Summer
Oh

A small smile on my lips
staring into the distance
A horizon I need to face
how swiftly it’s coming closer

Always planning for the future
not taking a present step
Dreaming dreams out of the future
where people see me clearly

I’m no longer the silent girl
Maybe next summer
I’m awake, you approach me
Maybe next summer

In another life
I would talk to you
In another world
I could risk it
maybe

Just wait another day
I won’t hold out for long
Just wait a little while
I’ll change before your eyes
Be here next summer
and I will come to you

Maya Hanson (mye3)

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-summer-3/