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 .