Spring fever is over, summer's here

Spring fever is over, summer’s here,
Can’t believe it has been a year,

What have I done for two semesters?

Nothing much, Oh dear! Oh dear!

Spring fever is over, summer’s here,

Deadlines draw near, but I don’t bother,

Tis’ a syndrome faced by many writers,

PROCRASTINATE – does that sound familiar?

Spring fever is over, summer’s here,

It’s time to switch gears, no time to ponder,

Do it now, instead of later,

It sounds clichéd but I need a closer;

Goodbye spring, welcome summer,

Everything should be better and brighter,

Create in your mind a print of the future,

What’s foggy will be clear, your doubts disappear.