Restless & screaming children,
Sound of the fan blades whirring,
10 hours of head numbing cicada calls,
To a constant hum of the most raided refrigerator.
Everybody wants to be heard;
Nobody wants to listen.
The high pitched mating calls of cicadas compete with
The loud, unpleasant thoughts inside my head
As if the heat and humidity aren't already patronizing me enough.
Dry spells everywhere, yet beads of sweat
Send shivers down my body..
I look up to the pink and purple setting sky for respite,
He turns away and - instant darkness...
Until come the rain, pattering -
She brings thunder along, wiping everything clean.
A flash of light, too,
Illuminating the silence.
A calm so suffocating,
it can only be a hot, summer's night.
Sound of the fan blades whirring,
10 hours of head numbing cicada calls,
To a constant hum of the most raided refrigerator.
Everybody wants to be heard;
Nobody wants to listen.
The high pitched mating calls of cicadas compete with
The loud, unpleasant thoughts inside my head
As if the heat and humidity aren't already patronizing me enough.
Dry spells everywhere, yet beads of sweat
Send shivers down my body..
I look up to the pink and purple setting sky for respite,
He turns away and - instant darkness...
Until come the rain, pattering -
She brings thunder along, wiping everything clean.
A flash of light, too,
Illuminating the silence.
A calm so suffocating,
it can only be a hot, summer's night.
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