Smoke
Smoke, filling the air I breathe
Trying to hold back these conceiving thoughts
Stirring up commotion
Swaying my concentration
Who wants to live like this?
Tempting like a kiss
Unable to dismiss
Craving it you begin the ritual
Trying to reach nirvana
We try again and again
Coughing, Wheezing
Is this what we wanted?
It may be cool
But you being played for a fool
Its a tool
Meant for destruction
Employing our own weakness
Copyright © Seth Shirey | Year Posted 2015
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