Smoke

The last time I got stoned
Turning the pages of memory as if they were a book
I wrote with smoke in the margins of my life
Knowing that the future and the past are all one
And that the moment now is all we ever have
Looking for lovers on the blink rims of our eyes
Writing with smoke on the ceilings of our lives
A paisley curtain that never stops moving
A neon sign that never stops blinking
Mind expanding into eternity with us or without us
Oh, smoke that we are and were and will become
Let me flow your spirals to the light
Leaving my body behind, leaving my mind