The First Day of Summer 

A longing to be free again 
Away from this blank palette
So many weeks of hiding

Habits of the dark and cold
Recycled air, recycle thoughts
Broken by the obligation
How long would this last without distraction?

And so, I travel across the land
Observing the food growing just beside me
Only a few to feed the masses

The sun beams down onto my skin
Pale from the cloudy sky
Or cloudy moods

Organic is the world I digest
To the horizon and beyond
Separated by glass and steel

Soundproof and windproof
Filtered air hits my face
Music surrounds me with a synthetic beat

Emerging from the endless road
I awaken
Introspection flashes to Focus

Bricks, concrete, wood, and metal
Once again, the signs of humans
The advancement of us, revealed

Yet, the sky is blue, and the crops hold their brilliant greens
Protected by need, serviced by will

The days seem gluttonous after the harsh of winter
Humbled only by the artificial trappings of those who live their lives inside

Soak up the free radiation while you can
The sun dips lower every evening
The cycle continues onward, with little regard for human emotion

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