Searching words   just to write ,
catching thoughts   black & white .
Passing by  with speed of  light ,
suddenly  they are out of  sight  .

Wrote some down as they descend ,
in my mind like colors they blend .
Well now there is nothing , nothing to extend ,
cause love is silent and words pretend .

Throwing words , just to rhyme ,
sure  is   ,  hell  of  a  crime .
So thinking of nothing , i played my flute ,
cause words were nothing , but just too brute .

Feeling lost , with every tick ,
Smoking herb , for thoughts to click .

Spiral smoke , coming out ,
I felt at peace , without a doubt .

Inhaling bliss ,  exhaling fears ,
At below zero , there are no tears .

Truth is truth , so truth be told ,
I burnt something , but it feels so cold .

Soon enough , this twilight will end ,
And in this sky , the colors will blend .

But life goes on , around the clock ,
So let me have , my frozen smoke .