Sleepwalking for too many hours.
Shaking hands in a tremble of scarcity.
Only walking to be lifted above by
Small rooms, large laughs for a night.
Wind for another day I guess.
To think of a summer spent like so,
it would be too much to look out the
Hope is a boundary.
Merely a boundary that should be broken.
We will wake up soon.
it is just me.