Smoking

　　I don`t know who I am anymore,

　　My role,

　　I forgot,

　　There`s no preconception,

　　When I walk into a scenario,

　　Just a dude,

　　Who fits in where he can,If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it`s taken without the author`s consent. Report it.

　　Often just the butt end,

　　Of a boring joke,

　　There used to be glory in the air,

　　But now, tedium and the soul-draining every day,

　　I tried to escape,

　　I really did,

　　To a land of fairy tales,

　　But goddamn,

　　Earth, you still exist.

　　Interlude

　　The phase, it has passed,

　　Simply waiting now,

　　Where did it land? I wonder,

　　Wait, no time to wonder,

　　I smell something,

　　In the distance,

　　Frustration is building,

　　I sigh, of course,

　　I often think I`m done,

　　When my hand has been played,

　　I often think I`m done,

　　When I`m ready to settle,

　　But the next phase is there,

　　Waiting around the corner,

　　I wonder, will I,

　　Finally, my throat dry and parched,

　　Finally, my weary soul no longer willing to continue,

　　Finally, will I fall,

　　Trip and fall into hell,

　　Finally, will I die,

　　Finally, can I rest?

　　The next phase, peaking out of the corner,

　　Winks at me,

　　I sigh, let the games begin.