Be Forgotten
Sitting in the yard
smoking one
the sounds of the night
so soothing
the sky
a perfect black
except for the lunar beauty
It seems to last forever
the smoke, the light
like one they wither
so slow, so beautiful
It makes you think
Lights flicker and so does my mind
I wonder
I wonder where they could go so late
but soon i wander
Why do we think
live, laugh, cry, die
why should it end
like the paper in my hand
Life is a blast
it should never end
but it does
we are created, rolled and lit
We bring joy sorrow pleasure pain
but are soon reduced to a roach
they can not let go
we have burned so close
And now our every breath
burns their finger tips
we constantly go out
only to be relit
Until we are to small
to make a difference
then we are stored away
or thrown to the side
And now at our ends
what have we
momentary joy
only to be forgotten
smoking one
the sounds of the night
so soothing
the sky
a perfect black
except for the lunar beauty
It seems to last forever
the smoke, the light
like one they wither
so slow, so beautiful
It makes you think
Lights flicker and so does my mind
I wonder
I wonder where they could go so late
but soon i wander
Why do we think
live, laugh, cry, die
why should it end
like the paper in my hand
Life is a blast
it should never end
but it does
we are created, rolled and lit
We bring joy sorrow pleasure pain
but are soon reduced to a roach
they can not let go
we have burned so close
And now our every breath
burns their finger tips
we constantly go out
only to be relit
Until we are to small
to make a difference
then we are stored away
or thrown to the side
And now at our ends
what have we
momentary joy
only to be forgotten