As I sit and I listen,
I can't help but wonder,
Why do we try so?
A moonlit cigarette,
Someone I can't please.
Friends grow away,
A walk in the dark.
We often miss chances,
Trees like from seuss.
Twisting and unreal,
They never come back.
Just sit and listen,
Try to reflect.
No order in mind.
A walk in the dark.
A moonlit cigarette.
(August 11,2009)
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