Clouds of Scented Smoke To Inhale

 When the rubber hits the road; it’s all about you

‘Everyone’s your brother; till the rent comes due’

Yes you can wrap yourself with flowery philosophy

Try to find a ‘happy’ place and make that your reality  

 But eventually you’ll fall from that sky screaming

 Descending like a paper airplane; a victim of optimism      

 So give your head a shake, run from the scented smoke

You so love to inhale

  Happy endings don't just happen by osmosis