Is It the Old Dog Or the New Tricks?

Ashes on a Thursday morning riddle my once clean surroundings and throughout I can't help but think that all I'm good for finds comfort in this porcelain cup. Yet even with my mind filled with this problematic condensation, hazing a good, normal frame of thought, I find peace with my gray brothers, floating through the heat of a sun ray shot through my open window. But is all this complexity truly needed? Must I sugar coat the bare act? I ashed a cigarette in a dirty cup and a piece of my screen on my window is broken and ripped letting light. Simpicity can be an amazing tool when expanded to give the most primitive acts a higher purpose toward mankind. Oh, there I go again, I'll bet you're confused and if not, well, I am. Talent or habit. . .you decide, I'm spent.