Smoke by Noragotcharisma

Simplicity will forever be

The ultimate sophistication

Simple, are we?
We wait out the duration 

Of life to figure it out
Only to realize
We fake smiles or pout,
To fill in the lies

The lies we so carefully made
Orchestrated
Staged
Frustrated

Losing ourselves to the demands
Evaporating like smoke
Off of cigarettes in hands
Hands of men who provoke

Like a matador in the ring
Waving a flag
At everything
Merely a game of tag,

This is life.

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