There’s something about smoke that can put me in a daze,
The freedom in the air,
The separation as it gets further.

Smoke reminds me of human kind,
We all start in the same boat,
Yet as we grow;
We grow apart,
Often never to return again.

Smoke can be selfless people,
Twisting our lives around others,
Until we realise,
And stop worrying,
Thanks when these so called friends disappear;
Because they only wanted you for support anyway.