No Season but Summer

I remember when
Summer took it easy
With baseball on TV
And Everclear on CD.
Sat back, put my feet up,
Gave my legs a shake.
Back then, summer was like
The world took a coffee break.

I remember the summer
When I learned to drive,
The hubris of feeling
That free and alive.

But summer these days
Doesn't make any sense.
How can cash be the object
And time the expense?
Why spend four whole months
In the worship of money
When books and my time
Are more precious to me?

In all of my life, and the
Dumb things I've wished for,
In no season but summer
Do I wish to be younger.