summer was the epitome of misery when it comes
to my life's worth
but at least for what it's worth
I have all but just survived
and now with some twenty odd days
left to waste I wish them away with a reckless haste
of my fleeting youth
as I trade tiring hours for invisible dollars
to put a numerical value on my everlasting, never ending time
a price tag on my moments, never wasted on my name
save for when they read it off the tag displaced below my collar