Up In Smoke!!

Posted on 24/09/2010


Disclaimer: Contents not drawn from personal experience 😛

I sit up thinking,
As the smoke I lit masks
The haziness of my vision,
If the life I lead, is of my own taste.

I sit up wondering,
As vivid memories of days long gone
Condense into perfect circular puffs,
If the place I am at, is of my own creation.

I sit up not sleeping,
Counting how many
Out of nineteen years I have waived,
If I’ve been sleeping all along, awake.

I sit up knowing,
As memories go up in smoke becoming,
Tasteless, non inflammable, colorless,
That acknowledging these queries is half their answer.