My Imaginary Cigarette

I realize now why people love smoking

Every time you smoke that small bundle of tobacco

you can see the fire spread slowly, inducing that feeling of relieve

which also somehow burns out your problem

the smoke that you blow after that is like a final gesture to shoo your problem away

Cleaning your head for a brief moment, and

sometimes bring out your wildest idea that might be,

with a little more effort can be accomplished

Oh, how I love to have one tonight

But my conscience prohibits me

Not because of what society will say