SMOKING
SMOKING CIGARETTES
THINKING AND THINKING
MY EYES ARE NOT BLINKING ANYMORE
MY HAND ON MY PEN
THE OTHER HAND ON COFEE
I FEEL CAFFEINE IN MY BRAIN
SMOKES ALL AROUND AND TIME PAST ME
I'M LOOKING FOR A PLACE WHERE I CAN BE
MAYBE AN OAK TREE
OR
MAYBE A NIGHT FOR ME
SUDDENLY LOSS OF THOUGHT
I CANNOT BE
I'M NOT A GOD , A DEITY
CAUSE I'M ON THE STRINGS OF GOD
FROM WHERE I WANT TO BE FREE