If I smoke

If I smoke , then let me make my conscience clear first

If I to smoke, then let me bring the radical change that I must

If I’m to smoke, let the air not be a toxic pit in which we roll like mutt

If I turn into smoke, let the man not inhabit man in asphyxiating curse


Moving along with the mellow crowd

The bags are packed and holdall is cramped

Do not be mindful to the path with neon signs

Take a step back and a deep breath

Air seem to be filled with CO2, asphyxiating despair

Run! Run! Off to a place in the meadow

Take it all in, the hills, the valley, the river

Put your running shoes next to you

And dip your naked feet into the cool water

Let morning rays graze your cheek, colourful hue

In this escapade you have to be different, someone new

Don’t make assumptions of right or wrong

You don’t have that privilege, just be strong

Travel on the path you choose not the one chosen for you