Winter Heat

Sitting there facing the sun,

I think about what I have done.

Feel the heat increasing bad,

Miss all the ice creams ever had.

Swallowing the dusty air,

I tell myself 'This isn't fair.'

The sun is burning in my face,

But I think I like this place.

Waking up I hit the clock,

Look around: 'Oh what a shock'

I rush to university,

No holiday, no feeling free.

My work is finished, I go out,

Walk to my car. That's mine, no doubt.

Here it is, covered with ice,

I have to scratch, which isn't nice.

Tired and worn, I'm driving home,

The snow looks like some nice white foam.

Unlock the door. Fall on my bed,

A pillow covering my head.

I'm back in summer, in the heat,

Until next morning warm my feet.

I dream of women not too tall,

In Morpheus' country. And that's all.