Smoke

I rolled this fag
too big
and it's given me
too much
time
to think.

I don't want
to know who
you are
and what
you do.

I want
to know
what you want
and why
you do
what.

Why do I smoke?
Why do I think?
and everything in between.

There are no stars
out tonight
nothing to reach for
only papers
and a
lighter.

I know tomorrow
my family will ask
the same questions
as last year
And I will
give
the same answers
with
the same feeling.

I never remember feeling
only doing
feeling comes later.

Emotions provide us with
significance but something
tells me
I wont remember this.