What is the absolute point,
of smoking on an windy day?
When the gusts just so silently
take all the pretty smoke away.
My body takes in the smoke,
as the smoke takes out my body.
The smoke can be seen for a moment,
but then gone in a precious nick of time.
It's soft and thin presence,
is such a wonderous thing.
Yet, why is it so very deadly?
And why does the wind take it away?
As I breathe in the ravenous smoke,
my mind tends to ponder its wonders.
There is nothing to describe,
the way it makes me feel, good.
I know it is unhealthy and I know
that I must stop sometime soon,
but the one thing I still don't know
is why the wind takes the smoke away.
Sometimes I feel that there is not a God,
but other times there are little occurances
like the wind taking the smoke away,
that make me feel that there is a God,
and he is out there to keep me safe.
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