I’m not just all the smoke,
And I have feelings too,
I listen to your words,
And contemplate I do,
Sometimes I don’t respond,
As quickly as you’d like,
But sometimes I’m so patient,
It’s like I rode a bike,
Upon two training wheels,
And then an auto too,
And so I say you’re over,
It’s nothing you can do.
Maybe more that us,
That one invisible friend,
Is something in the words,
That I have yet to learn,
And I know it pisses you off,
That I have stopped the rhyme,
You know it still makes sense,
So I did it one more time.
