Esurient

What's trifling is figuring out paradise
A wanderer without a purpose with shades on as disguise
warm sweat trickling down a bended back
"Oh, what a balmy weather.", she thought
as she puts her hair up in a bun, she stared at the sun 
the kind of stare that possesses much hatred for the state that it has caused her to be in
but what caught her eyes, are colourful dots decorating the sky.

Shielding with her left arm
adjusting her focus to avoid direct contact from the nasty gleams
she lost her bearings and plopped butt first on the beaded white sands
coming into contact with empty shells and fragmented bottles
it must have been something sharp as she sensed a sting
"It's September now, maybe it will scar in June."
gazing back at the dots, turns out they are hot air balloons.

"When she's up there, she wants to be immortal."
caught in the middle of an azure cosmic
She has no care for the world
but she did care for the world
esurient for a permanent escapade
with eyes tightly shut she began to run
run away like a baby swallow just acquire the skills to fly
and suddenly, she hit a hard surface..
she heard a faint voice, "Sherilyn, Sherilyn, wake up!"
jolted, she realised that she's doing a nine to five.

*grumbles*