Smoking

I don't know who I am anymore,

My role,

I forgot,

There's no preconception,

When I walk into a scenario,

Just a dude,

Who fits in where he can,

Often just the butt end,

Of a boring joke,

There used to be glory in the air,

But now, tedium and the soul-draining every day,

I tried to escape,

I really did,

To a land of fairy tales,

But goddamn,

Earth, you still exist.

Interlude

The phase, it has passed,

Simply waiting now,

Where did it land? I wonder,

Wait, no time to wonder,

I smell something,

In the distance,

Frustration is building,

I sigh, of course,

I often think I'm done,

When my hand has been played,

I often think I'm done,

When I'm ready to settle,

But the next phase is there,

Waiting around the corner,

I wonder, will I,

Finally, my throat dry and parched,

Finally, my weary soul no longer willing to continue,

Finally, will I fall,

Trip and fall into hell,

Finally, will I die,

Finally, can I rest?

The next phase, peaking out of the corner,

Winks at me,

I sigh, let the games begin.