Left For Destiny, Right For "Just Give it Time"

I have the burning soul of a writer,
but the limbs of an honest lover.
I fight my nerves and bite my tongue and
after a seven-hour staring contest with the sun,
I'm wincing to see the road signs
Left for destiny, right for "just give it time."
I can't ride this old road out,
a dead end is less than a mile south.
I want to build a house where the right and left, they intersect;
where nothing but excitement can run through my bones.
I'd trade UV Rays for snowflakes any day.
The summer is so overrated.
For the past week it rained everyday,
go figure I love the rain, but I was in Tampa Bay.
I'd trade the green grass for philosophy class,
trade fifteen hours of daylight for just one more Neumann night.
I waited in line,
I have done my time,
just get me back to school.
Its a whole other life and a new adventure every night.
Almost halfway there now,
so where do I go from here?
I just want the summer, the longest summer, to disappear.
Every day has been the same,
ending when frustration turns to a scream.
To quote Death Cab, "I am waiting for that sense of relief."
But until that day comes, I'm obsessed with stress and grinding my teeth.
The gods call it leverage, I call it vengeance,
but my heart has become a gift-wrapped appendage.
So until the day when the school bell rings again,
expect my calendar to be my worst enemy, but also my best friend.
Tick.... Tick.... Tick.