Here is my letter to the swifty in Ather team.
Salt air, rust on the door,
I never wanted anything more,
Waiting for that helmet, sleek and smart,
But August slipped away like fine art.
They promised it’d arrive this month,
But the days flew by in a lazy hunt.
I checked the door, I checked the time,
But August’s ghost just sipped away, like wine.
Remember when the days were long?
Waiting felt like a summer song.
But now, I’m stuck in this endless wait,
For August to deliver before it’s too late.
I had such plans, I had such dreams,
But August vanished like morning steam.
Now here I am, still hanging on,
Hoping August didn’t really come and gone.
August slipped away, but not my hope,
I’ll chase that delivery, no time to mope.
So bring on the helmet, whenever it’s due,
I’ll be here waiting, with a smile or two.
Here is the OG song. I hope to get to hear August in my Halo before August pases away.
