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Soon
People ask why I smoke.
It's usually hard to find an answer,
I know why I smoke, just a response for them is difficult to conjure,
My brain will go to that point in my life
Where self esteem was low,
It helped you know?
Plus it was beautiful.
I'll sit now and then, perched on a window sill
Staring at the sky,
Smoke lacing my fingers and gently hugging them,
Trees will sway and wind will sweep my face,
And life will continue, not slowing, speeding,
Leaving me there
To smoke alone, and wait for the next day.
The emptiness sucks, it really does.
I smile but thats just a facade.
I have no reason to be upset, my life's pretty good
Yet it follows me like a hideous smell.
I sometimes wish I had friends that talked,
That are as shallow as me.
But their truth and their meaning are under leagues of water
And I'd drown before I reached the bottom.
So my friends haven't dived, into my shallow waters,
I thank god for that everyday
because if they did they would be shocked at their find,
And leave for a place more suited.
It's late, it's almost tomorrow,
And I sit here trapped with my thoughts.
Smoking will not drift my mind so far,
But it'll do for the rest of the day.
Goodnight all of you, have a good sleep,
Remember there's hope on the way.
It's going to make your life so much less of a sorrow,
Don't worry, it'll be here tomorrow.
