Summer's Labyrinth

Cerulean whispers from the summer skies sing me a lullaby,

I tuck myself in,

Miss the sunrise in the morning,

Maybe today won’t feel like such a labyrinth

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Maybe I’m just a wishful thinker

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I reminisce on old photos of me,

My thoughts cascade into my palms,

The longing for a time of peace,

Even for a moment,

Sizzles behind my eyelids

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What is this paradox that I’ve trapped myself in?

The melancholy whimpers from disconnection,

The cheerful murmur of canceled plans,

The cry of loneliness underneath the moon,

The self-alienation illuminated by noon’s sun?