And I suppose it's just passing now,
That the sun will return to tare it's way across the earth,
With that insufferable roar.
Coincidence perhaps,
That my hatred and the sun are so timed,
Lockstep eroding my peace,
Effects bleeding into the night I cherish dearly.
The hatred, like this heat wave, unyielding,
Forcing me to shed my comforts,
Blankets with which I am intimate.
The hatred, like this heat wave, unforgiving,
Nothing to be done but sweat through the labor I despise,
It just takes so much from me.
