The earth is beginning to blister beneath the sweltering sun
Children playing grills talking tells me summer has arrived 
yet I stand in skepticism
Trusting just one sense
Ignoring the evidence I only feel the cold
The space I occupy has whirling winds 
tossing me like a salad and when it stops
I am dazed and confused and still cold
The chill in my skin disregards the heat on my face 
disrespecting the beauty in motion before me
I stare at this scene and decide it must be 
a fictitious account of what I long for
'cause my ears ache
my fingers are numb 
can't feel my feet
When I arrive home I reach for the thermostat... 
already on 90
turn out the light and as I drift off 
the dream of a better tomorrow begins