Eyes wide open.

I think about the summer
And all it is to me
Is a faraway dream...
Beautiful, pristine, untouched by time and change.

But at the end of the day,

I still prefer the rude awakening.

It was not a mistake.
Nor was it the ideal.
All it is to me
Is a lovely fulfillment of wishes from the past
And a sweet glimpse of what is to come.

I wish you well.
I regret that you could not stay.

But at the end of the day,

We are better off where we are now.