I am the smoke
That simply floats
away
On a convenient breeze
Drifting away
Powerless to stop
And at the mercy of
the wind
I am the smoke and
there is
A kind of beauty about
me
But also, there is
danger in me
I am the smoke, and I
am mercurial
Appearing in many
forms
I am thick like pea
soup fog
Or thin and
translucent like a veil
I am the smoke and
I have no purpose
I am only an after
thought
A bi product of
something useful
I am the smoke
And I am the villain
