This wall of plastic

Warps through my brain like wasps in the rain

My feet grind the cement and destroy my shoes

But there is sunshine falling fast

As the cool of sunset opens me up

Loves sometimes Does not complain

And my eyes catch the shadows of moon rays

This can not be happening and then I change

Mystery has other mysteries which also change

Subject to change

Subject to chance

Summer is coming fast

I wonder what might happen.