An endless summertime bliss at a tall, tan, inviting home on the beach,
The waves of summer roll in and slowly leave an impression in the white sand,
A girl, seventeen and beautiful, filled with freckles
Slightly lifts her painted finger to turn the page of a romance novel,
And without consideration for her beauty
The sun hides behind a cluster of frightening clouds
And a menacing wind whirls the girl's red hair into a tangle.
Her novel shuts suddenly; the romance is over.
The salty sea reaches up and pulls her by the legs into the water,
A hurricane pushes her closer and closer to an unswimmable madness,
Compelling her to be enveloped by the ocean
And she goes willingly,
Submitting to a fate of sorts,
Because the endless summertime had to end.