Burning cigarrette as time passes by

There is something hypnotic about the way a cigarette burns

You inhale and wait wait as smoke slowly burns into your lungs

You are sharply reminded of the sheer uselessness of it all time life life time

They’re all smoking mirrors the greatest scheme of all grand schemes

You exhale the smoke and it drifts into nothingness time is neither here nor there life is one slow smokeless wait after all you're only given it

Ah nally the bus is here