he lights another cigarette
to help him ease his mind
he takes another sip
of that glass of tasty wine
but every smoker knows
that there is no window to close
to let the smoke out
of the mind that is drenched in doubt
and every drinker knows
that they only drink for one reason
and one reason only:
running away from life
to be less lonely
until you wake up the next day
or the day after that
and feel your weary blood
feeding the worries
of your weak mind
you won’t truly know
what it is to feel alright
she prepares the house
for the party tonight
cleans every room
so rituals won’t collide
but deep down inside
she knows that to clean is to hide
things we don’t want
our so called friends to find
and just as she cleans the house
she cleans herself
all night with her favorite wine
but to clean is to hide
there are no solutions to be here and now
a drink or a smoke is a false comfort
an illusion
for the weak worried and weary
nature is a cruel beast
but it’s beauty cannot be denied
it does not favor the weak worried and weary
it does not care about your games or your lies
