For a little while

I want winter in summer,
In winter and summer I see dreams.
And its unclear why
I’m always at odds with the weather.

Now it’s raining, now it’s a snowstorm,
Its all this gimmick all the time.
Sometimes its hellish heat, sometimes its freezing.
What is this all for? Heres the question!

And even autumn, or spring,
carry with them the remnants of sleep,
in which there was something missing,
what excites the white light so much.