Life like a cigarette.
We crave for it.
We need to feel it.
In our bodies
Between our fingers
as we lust the sensation
Of it on our lips.
We intend to set it on fire.
And inhale all that we desire.
As the cigerette burns
We sit in this beautiful place
A pleasently present place called the moment.
To give us time to breathe.
And take a few seconds to heal
A realignment as we try collect ourselves.
We give ourselves pep talks
And the strength to keep fighting
The cigarette allows you to feel relaxed in life
When everything around us is in chaos
We take it all in. And focus in
On the chemicals in our lungs
We feel the need to exhale the smoke
Like steam from all the pressure building up.
To put it all in the past
As we let all the negativity fizzle out
As you throw the butt away.
The cigarette will be forever gone.
All that is left is the memory
And the moment.
The moment is still there my friend.
The cigarette never even mattered.
So ask yourself this,
What is it that truly matters?