Summer Nation

Modern to memory, everlasting to ephemerality

existing temporarily 

like the blossoms in May 

We all have a little something 

to hide or to deny 

all the unrefined things, 

all our flaws we must uphold 

And how often, do they fail us? 

Those queer quirks of ours 

that they define us, in infamy? 

Known solely for an oddity. 

But you know, these things won't stay 

those moments are fated to fade 

the future ahead, so bright like sunshine! 

Summer Nation, green and alive! 

And I'd rather, be a denizen

of that nation we will see; 

then believe pubescent flowers

are all that will ever be. 

So enlighten me with manumission 

extricate me of humiliation 

relieve me of a pessimism 

that thinks my worth is none.