smoke
< 2003-09-25 - 6:30 a.m. >

Drawback,

The burn on my lips no where near a comfort

More like that breif escape from reality

From the hussel and bussel, pain - hurt

In which the silent breath, is all you hear

Death, war, destruction no longer a fear

The Peacful wind lingers on

And the minute will and all be gone

And what you need and see will be no more

Lose touch and soul from those you adore

As the rest around you gasp and choke

You're all the smoke

Inhail,

sitting out from what life is and can be

loving the soothing taste, not doing harm

needing your break - you need to be free

from all of life, what your stress factors be

and

the peaceful wind lingers on

and the minute will pass and all be gone

and what you need and see will be no more

lose touch and soul from those you adore

as the rest around you gasp and choke

you're all....

written by gavin brice

(originally written 19/9/2003)