Be Forgotten

Sitting in the yard

smoking one

the sounds of the night

so soothing

the sky

a perfect black

except for the lunar beauty 




It seems to last forever

the smoke, the light

like one they wither

so slow, so beautiful




It makes you think







Lights flicker and so does my mind

I wonder

I wonder where they could go so late

but soon i wander




Why do we think

live, laugh, cry, die

why should it end

like the paper in my hand




Life is a blast

it should never end

but it does

we are created, rolled and lit




We bring joy sorrow pleasure pain

but are soon reduced to a roach

they can not let go 

we have burned so close 




And now our every breath 

burns their finger tips

we constantly go out 

only to be relit




Until we are to small

to make a difference

then we are stored away 

or thrown to the side




And now at our ends 

what have we

momentary joy

only to be forgotten