Summertime and the Livings Easy

I miss summer 

I miss waking to the blue sky interrupted by the oak tree out front

I miss walking outside without having to check the temperature 

I miss being greeted by the sun and not the smog of the city. 

I miss waking to the blue sky interrupted by the oak tree out front

But I have not woken to that view in years 

I miss being greeted by the sun and not the smog of the city 

But it’s a small price to pay for freedom. 

I have not woken to that view in years,

Instead, I wake to the screams of my neighbor's children 

And I miss the small price I pay for freedom 

When I suffocate on fresh air and ocean breezes. 

Instead I wake to the screams of my neighbors children,

I was a child once, but I was never allowed to scream like that 

I thrived on fresh air and ocean breezes, 

And couldn't understand the allure of independence in the city.

I was a child once, 

One who assigned everyone their roles when playing make-believe,

One who could never understand the allure of independence

Because what idiot wants to play alone? 

I still give everyone roles when I play make-believe,

But this time it's my own private game.

I am the idiot who plays alone 

Who wonders what strangers are thinking when they flit past.

It is my own private game that I am ripped from in the summer, 

I don’t miss the summer anymore. 

I miss when I didn't care what people thought of the brand of my sunglasses 

I miss when I missed summer.