Cicadas are the soundtrack of this
Sad summer.
Buzzing with confusion,
Shaking with fear of the unknown,
Broken thoughts expressed in a hiss.
Countless lonely souls
Searching to be found
A cacophony, a symphony
One cohesive voice, billions making sound.
Back and forth
Back and forth
Unable to decide.
I'm needing you.
I'm missing you.
I'm petrified.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Wishing you'd come.
Wishing you'd try.
Sick of all the times you've made me cry.
Back and forth.
Back and forth
Will it last forever?
I was young and thought myself immortal.
Now I know I'm not.
I was young and thought myself impervious.
Now I know I'm not.
I was young and thought myself unbreakable.
Unshakable.
Now I am old.
But not that old.
Shaken.
But not too stirred.
Broken
But not unfixably so.
I will learn from experience.
I will continue to grow.
