Summertime

Summertime, this time, not so horrid after all. This time, for the first time, I don't mind being alone. A million feelings inside of me, one of them must be joy. I'm tired of making decisions, I'm content being a toy. Universe, take me, feel free to break me, I'll be your marionette. If you need to shake me, even remake me, I'll be obedient. Summertime, this year, I'm fighting with my mind. This time, I think I'm winning, I'm tired of being kind.