No Wonder

At the darkest moment in life after too many Fantasies, that faithful Friday night, I sat there Wondering and wondering... The thoughts on And on till it bored a swollen impetuous reason. No wonder they say puff puff pass, till this day I know the truths... puff puff pass yet I did the Puffing without ceasing, taking the smoke in, in No outing, That moment being a pleasant dash Then later the meditation got rinsed awry, lungs Swelling at discomfort, inspiring not at ease, in And in the air chocking... It was till then I learnt The sour truths. Breathing heavily in, out and out No wonder they say puff puff pass, till this day I know the truths... it was that moment when you Think of being immortal and the pain with not any Seize, Breathing heavily at discontent in, out too The concentration of the dope now in nouns outs Blared portals in scruples... Escapism was it that ? I escaped to this land of mysterious philosophy O That fail my conscience and posted wiles and vile Still on pain of death, swollen lungs from the puffs Strokes in turns puffing in no outing, That crafted Sentimental sensations of unending laughter, from The guts came both laughs and pain, Nyaope stings I was amid sensations that of rinsed pleasures and Pain that pierced and pierced bit by bit on all mine Air sacks like stings of an agitated swam of bee, taking In the drug was without any pain assurance, it was fun. No wonder then became my poetry to burst out mine Guts, and swollen nous, If not to teach then take it for Art. Mine phase to hast done in this painful moment I wonder when they did said puff and pass all it meant.