There is something beautiful about it
The way the smoke ascends
The way the smoke bends

It bends around anything in its way
Drifting
Lifting…

Lifting me to believe that one day I could float
To believe that I could maybe
Mimic the beauty of this smoke

But I realize that we are already alike
Except for I am like the smoke that
Has been in the air for a while

I am the part the fades away
But there is still something in the air
As a reminder that I was once there