Smoking it All
**** after ****

See your troubles
In transparent grey
But never really goes away..

**** after ****
I sense I don't belong ..

Not here..
Nor there...
Not Anywhere!

So why am I here..??

The excruciating pain endured
Left visible scars Over the years..
Heavy burdens i daily carry
burnt so deep into my soul ~
The roots make **** blossom!

The Reward:
Just Some More
Wisdom
Just some More
Knowledge
Just some more pain to endure..
Just some more burdens to carry
Just some more scars to prove them

What use is the Wise
With heavy hearts
&
In
Despair?

The more you suffer
  ...more wisdom gained
Yet - in the End..
still looses the game..

How can the Heart be Happy
Carrying the knowledge
Of a world in pain?

How can you Belong
Knowing
It's your wisdom causing the pain??

So what's the purpose of it all??