Of Summertime

Dreams and spite,
these dreams and spite,
how steady is their might,
when hand in hand,
they creep along
these lovely Summer nights.

Summer nights,
oh summer nights,
how sour they can turn,
when all the things
you do not want
are all the things you learn.

Things you learn,
the things you learn,
you silently accept,
pretending that
inside your head
there aren't the things you kept.