I thought this summer would be a breeze

That I could pass through and relax with ease

Many things I wanted to complete

But too many things, as much as a fleet

Going to the gym, finishing classes, and more

Each day feels more and more a chore

I wake up, do work and back to bed

Every day I repeat again and again

I thought I wanted school to end

But now that it’s summer I know that I depend

On school for my joy

I look forward to the weekend

Where I can change my days, twist and bend

And relax and write with my pen.