The smoke billows as air leaves my lungs,
Reaching open air and curling in the breeze,
Why do I smoke?
It's not because I'm addicted to smoking
I could go another year or two without a smoke.
But yet I still smoke.
The smoke fills the air in front of me.
Obscuring my face from view.
But I'm still smoking,
I'm sure I'd like to stop now but I can't.
For I can't remember how i began.
But yet I'm still smoking.
I feel a faint buzz in the back of my head.
It must be something.
The flames lick my hair and catch,
Lighting ablaze my thoughts.
I remember why i was smoking.
I'm on fire.