Through the smoke by my side I see
Through the window of someone else’s opportunity
The circles in the air
All floating high and fair
I breathe in and they disappear
Warm clouds of gray
Come and go as I stay
With a notion of knowing this moment
Is no more and no less
Without a flare
Through the smoke I see what’s there
So I sit and travel my thoughts
With a smoky friend in hand
Slow notions of the past
Bring me to know me
Through the smoke I blend
The then the now and what will be.
Through the blows of smoke I can be free.
1.31.2006
1 comment:
thats what we all need, to be free. i can be a bit of smoke by your side. =) how's your day going?
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