it’s too late now to think of what you could have been,nshe said as she braved the cooling air,nand though you’ll try, you’ll never escape that feeling,nthere’s a place you’d rather be, but you’re not there.nnshe said:nseasons change, as well as youthful minds,njust how long do you think you can cling to these vines?nnher name was Summer.nand I said “you’re asking questionsnyou know well there’s no answers to,nthe kind that get answered for you.”nncountdown to a meltdown, might as well run for your life.nfor it’s depleting and receding like the early morning tide.nwell I just smile, I got time.nnher name was Summer, and she changed just like the season,nand she left without a reason, and she was gone.nbut then came Autumn, but her beauty was deceiving,namidst the colors it was freezing and she died.nand she died.nnNA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA….