Change

This is my moment.

Old episodes of Seinfeld. Empty packets of crisps.

I reach for a lonely cigarette.

You would never leave me,would you cigarette?I light up,no regrets.Lifes too tiresome to live it by following the rules.

Eating healthy.

Your disgust tires me. Bore someone else with your sermons,preacherman.

As death fills my lungs with her smoky kiss,I reflect.

I can be more.Surely, I can do more.

I've got nowhere to go but up,right?Even my most lightest of efforts would be like friendly Neil jogging on that space rock.

Change.

This is my moment.

The Here.

The Now.

I can be Everything.

I reach for another cigarette.




Maybe tomorrow...

Yeah.

Tomorrow.