The wind twirls, as does the grass.
Did you sleep good last night?
I must ask.
Horrendous dreams of what's to come.
You smoke away hoping all goes numb.
Some label you as captivating.
While others just think you're dumb.
Trapped in your wicked conscience.
I suggest you run.
Don't look back, for you might be sunk back in.
You must know the rules of the game so you might win.