Puffing at the burning end of life
The smoke tracing unlived dreams
Taking wild forms changing shapes
Like clouds on a windy day.
What’s more important in life–
Meaning or happiness?
So inseparable like the two sides of
A flipping coin of fate that don’t occur together
Something you have to roll up
Into a spring roll–when you aren’t lucky–
So the twisted head and the tail are together,
At least partially.
What’s more pleasing than rolling up the coin
And sitting on the cliff-top, the feet dangling
Off the sane, sure, and solid stone
And looking at the clouds, puffing at
The burning end of the sweetest of all cigerettes?