Smoke

The smoke you’re blowing

Is it your life that’s flowing

Out of your pipes

The chemicals flowing through your veins

The past is gone

The scar is what remains

In your dreams you’re flying

Are you living or are you dying

You’re whole

You’re in peace

You’re happy

To yourself you’re lying

Song of discontent in your head

Nails of carbon in your bed

Can’t fall asleep

You watch yourself

Watch yourself turning into everything you never wanted to be

Unable to look into eyes of reality

You flee

In this quest of purpose you’re tired

Never in content and un-admired

The sun clouded by fog

The moon blinded by smog

Confused, at the universe you gaze

Knowing you’ll never know all the fact you rage