The bones ache
Sitting alone
Deciding
To have another smoke
Maybe another
In between breaks
Have some water
Smoke some more
Feel the knees wobble
Feet firmly planted
Like a tree, growing
In thought
The process doesn't stop
Writing
Smoking
Thinking
Fun
It's all he knows
To write as he grows
Everyone's asleep
The moon
With it's blue-silver glow
See the rainbow
He's tired
But he loves the feeling
With one eye opened
He can't be sleeping
It's too beautiful
He's getting greedy
Like a clock
Counting down
It shouldnt
Whining
She waits
Come back
"No"
"I will not"
Impatiently
Tapping his feet
Mosquitos
Enjoying the feast
"One more"
It falls
He picks it up
Talking to himself
He's unsure
Why..
It's such a feeling
It's hard to describe
Happiness
But still
Sadness
He knows all the lies
Red rabbit
Red rabbit
Red rabbit
The smoke trails off
Like ribbons
Decorating the stars
Dark sillohettes
Shadows
A different view
Sudden
Stomping in the stalls
The machine keeps turning
"Madness!"
He cries
He knows he truth
Yet tells everyone the lies
Why?
Why...
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