Do You Want Some Smoke?

Smoke from the chimney, twisting to the slide
Let me follow with my dreams
And find the cloud that I am looking for
Tomorrow is too late, this cloud that I won't wait

Smoke from the fire, created by my mind
Leaves a comfort of its own
And faces knife while in the bitter sky
Drifting to the clouds, its swirling cloaks a shroud

Test of time will tell, school of funeral day
But we may not know which for we’ll miss
Reason for my life, cause of all my strife
And cause of all my hopes and happy ways

Smoke in the grey mist, finding near cloud
To give my mind a resting place
Bеfore ascending on again
Drifting to the sky, nеver asking why