Far away a tree falls, breaking against the fragile leaves

Call me Gilbert. Some years ago- never mind how long precisely- having little or no money in my wallet, and nothing peculiar to interest me, I thought I would write about a little of this and that.

Last night, when you said to me 'good night' I didn't know it would be the last time

Laying on the ground Nothing else to do

When I was a young kid, I asked my mom if I could smoke a cigarette. She gave me hers and told me to inhale. I did and she gave me that look.