These thoughts burn like a cigarette.
Wish I could toss them away like ashes and forget.
But even then they still remain.
The ashes pile up and never go away.
I’m just too lazy or just don’t care enough
To dump this ashtray, they just pile up.
Instead I just stare and think upon them.
Contemplating my feelings,
Keeping them burning like the tip on the end.
Watching the fire burn away what’s white and pure.
Turning it into grey smoke, watching it blow right out the door.
The black and white ashes that I flick
Are piling up and the stench is making me sick.
Wish I could let go and just move on.
Put out this cigarette, clean my ashtray,
And just walk on.
