theblackandwhitedragonfly

To the stolen heart

The smoker’s blues

on August 11, 2012

So many odd things I have done,
So many things I thought I knew,
But what do I know now ?

Not a thing’s like it used to be,
I thought I could be in control…
I’ve been put on parole !

Much much too long since that promise,
And not the slimmest glimpse of bliss,
Only an old disease.

So many things I thought I knew,
So many odd things I have done,
But what do I know now ?

Not a thing seems to be familiar,
Except I have been called a liar,
So what shall I do now ?

I shouldn’t be smoking at all,
I should be kind, I should stand tall,
But what good am I now ?

When I cling on my cigarette,
When I wish that I could forget,
I’m feeling remorse now.

Wonder where this night will take me,
Wonder when I’ll be truly free,
But the rain won’t stop now !

Somewhere there must be a rainbow,
A ray of sunshine, let me glow,
Or where will I go now ?

Summertime is a mistery,
And I must learn from history,
Roses are in bloom now !

So many odd things I have done,
So many things I knew would come,
But what do I know now ?

I know that I nearly can’t breathe,
This opportunity’s to seize,
I should know better now

Le 7 Août 2012

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