What goes through his mind As he stands there with the cigarette.?
Does his thoughts shoot constantly Like the nicotine to his brain There one minute gone the next ?
Or
Does his thoughts wrap around him As he tries to breathe them in Lets them fill his lungs Then he breaths them out And watches them drift away like smoke?
This poem was inspired by my dad. He smokes all the time and just a few minutes ago I was watching him smoke. Love him. Inspiration lol got to love it.