it’s desperately hard to concentrate
when the air is this hot
can’t change this, you can’t escape
you can’t become something you’re not
a storm threatens on the horizon
but it never seems to come
a thunderclap, a warning sign
but never anything done.
the rain pours down and washes away
the sins of yesterday.
but you have to hold on and pretend what’s gone
is always going to stay.
wracked with guilt and responsibility
you want to wish it all away
even though you hold onto it
every single day.