The smoke exchange through the lungs it flows
The ember life force, down it goes as it glows
and out with the smoke it blows
Are you that ember trying to make it to the gutter
just to be discarded like a cigarette butt
crackling in conflict, burning through success
hardly keeping spark through the sadness and stress
Is that what life is just a small fire?
Does it burnt out when you're sick of retired?
look into the flames see your face in the embers
If your life was one year how'd you deal with December?
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