Random thoughts

"Why do you smoke?"

"I dont really know..."

"Do you have a reason to feel depressed?"

"I guess I really don't."

"Why do you feel the need to smoke?"

"If I had that answer, I would've told you that already."

"Oh? I didn't ask you that already."

"You did though."

Thats how my therapy sessions would go, is this sorrow?
Tommorrow, maybe we will know.
Smoke another, it'll feel better.
Your mind is what likes to lie.
Cry if you'd like, will it feel better?
Will the worries of the future start to simmer, and seem thinner?
Does the smoke cover the hazy decisions of the past,
that make you say this will be the last?
Pass from the past, and it will really be the last.
Grasp the power, for in this hour,
our passion pushes us past this cloud of doubt.
Tommorrow seems brighter, and the cries,
will eventually become lighter,
only if you never choose to faulter.
They always ask...

"Why dont you just let it go?"

and I always reply with...

"I don't know..."