nothing comes back, they say
just a matter of another light, I say
though, ending plight.
But that smoke is deceased
and along with it a thousand dreams
which could have been a reality
didn't have to be a fatality
because that thought needs smoke
make the dreams dance like folk
intention strong
smoke rising in the bong
but in the thin air
dissolved, for you don't care
don't care to inhale
avoid being pale
and let those thousand dreams die
be a fatality
could have been a reality
because it's not yours, but
from the one you love
this life is leased
and had to be, the smoke is deceased
.
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