Eternalness!

Smoking...

Drenched in rain, watching your old cuts, thinking of your insane

Musing over the dream about your father’s death,

Craving over segregation you chose, but it was right? Wasn't it?

It was! But does that makes you happy? Does it? No!

Smoke up some more...

Chase pragmatism, right is the way, all alone you battle

For right you will fight, scared that alone you will die

But right was the way, wasn't it? You are tough and brave and aged and careful? Aren’t you?

You are! But is that permanent? Is it simple to encounter people, as it is lose? No!

Drag and hold up smoke in the chest...

Listening pearl jam, the words pierce through your every vein, but all you feel is void between the chests

You search every pocket, every road, every green, every wood, every black, every rain, every sky, every fire to unearth permanence,

But do you find it? Momentary is life then how will thou find it?

You will! But undying: is love; do you even have a piece of it? No!

Cough and smoke and defeat sanity...

No Blasphemy can stop you, you do what you do, and you devotedly face what you do,

Fight with millions for what is right, but can’t sleep at night,

Because all you see is tattoo of questions in your hand, about what is precise, do you know what is right?

You do, don’t you? Yes you do! But those questions always take a piece of your soul with them, don’t they?

They do! But you won’t change, you can’t change, you don’t want to change, will you? Can you? Want to? No!

Throws the cigarette butt!