Maybe.

The smoke drifts away
With our hopes and dreams
Our futures visible and fleeting

Inhale, exhale
And do again
It’s myself I am defeating

If we let
Our bodies grow
‘Fore we started to smoke and drink

Maybe I wouldn’t be
Numb right now
Maybe I could think


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