Smoke
Living in todays' and not tomorrows satisfaction
Those choices turn to bad habits
It's just a matter of time before they reign havoc
The air is tainted, it was never pure
The temple is broken, the walls are torn
Considered as a sickness, there is no cure
Selected from the ground
Picked by a picker
Sold on the street
Son of a mind kicker
All is forgotten
All is forgiven
Thanks to this one decision
This poem is about:
Me