SMOKE THAT BROKE

Smoke rises all over
and I emerge from beneath it
my body lies there
decayed and decapitated
I am dead, I have left my body bare

I wake up
It was but a dream and i thought
that this was an indication
of my mind in trepidation
My soul has awakened
and I am free
of a life of juxtaposition
I come clean
I was nothing but disillusioned

To get rid of this smoke
is what I desire
it did nothing but broke
my every satire

I watch and I wonder
whatever happened to the worldly wise
was this my destiny, i often ponder
or the time has come to unwittingly rise