
I can see that blinding light from the inside, that sight alone makes me sweaty
My mind is consumed by this heat, and my consciousness is melting
Dripping sore from my face, producing friction that is throbbing
I try to push productivity, but I perspire so I idle just like that
Yes i am idle, but it feels like i’ve been working out for days
And the heat gives me the reason to just stop and melt away like an ice cream
That heat could be compensated by a god-like being infront of me..but no…its just the sun
So i end this poem with tears rolling down my face, oh no, im only perspiring, wtf.