Staring at the oblivion,
Holding it like a magic wand.
Wondering why am I holding this,
This weird cigarette in my hand.
Smoking worries out,
Smoking out the pain.
Burning the fears to the last tip-
And flushing them down the drain.
Slowly I realize
I was trying to be someone else.
Shouldn’t desert my feelings,
Need to protect them from these bad spells.