you and cigarettes; raining
and now, to me, you're just a cigarette in the rain one more thing every fine soul wants and wastes a few days trying at, but sooner or later you find, as soon as later it seems you just can't bother with so many silly dreams. so you mosey on, a cyclone of dreams learned invalid and wants gone unanswered but only because they're so impossible to see through. and like anything else you watch and wander wait and stride (hoping to put out the sun) or just as much a fool's city where every drop is destined to land exactly where it shouldn't and you know why- you're a cigarette in the rain to me now fine but fading as fast as experience sets in.
2008-01-23 | 8:30 a.m.
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