Time Goes By

I watch the ashes walk
the walk that silently talks
Life for me is like the ashes
or corpses in their burial grasses
From a flower I pick the petals
the falling petals float in wind
time moves slowly and disapears
From my cigarette I suck in ashes
they fall on my tongue, to my throat and lungs
from my lips to the sky
I watch the smoke rise high high
as time ... goes by