Ink

This is something I wrote on the 17th. Due to no intrnet access I am posting now 

Ink in your pen

Gives your lines life

Smoke in your lungs

Sets you on fire

From pillar to post you run

And with each breath you take

You feel more and more

Alive

Standing on the roof of your friend’s house

Passively smoking and listening

To a blues song

Or driving down the road

With no traffic for miles

Above you blue skies

Doesn't it make you wanna smile?

And aren’t tears of joy better

Than grieving ones?

The Bilge Master