Prison Break

Wind tousling hair.
Shut out the sun.
Long gazes at the windows.
Still reliving the past.
One more hour in the day.
As long as it ends - or doesn't.
Because it doesn't matter.
Today or next year.
When two months is your recess.
Do as you please.
Medicate as often.
As you'll possibly need.
Mocking my moods.
Exasperated I sigh.
It's Summer.