Cigarette Break

As cigarette burns, another day turns The ashes pile up, with regret on top The ashtray fills up, but the fear is still stuck Of trying and failing when something is ailing But there is a must, to keep on existing To keep on resisting the need for escaping The life that’s still faking the hope and the rode That one must be taking, The nicotine strikes, the day must be waking The promise of life and promise of faking What one must be doing ant one must be making No ashes can cover what has been aching.