Is it weakness of character or indifference
When the addiction of smoking venom calls us
To show out the stench in hanging wet
To course circular in snow and fog
Is it want of will or is it reputation
When we ask for a volatile stupor
Of strong spirits that out of pressed out rests
Put us to snooze and empties our soul
In emptiness, we don't succeed to fill
The mirror of over narcissism tells us believed lies
When the mirror of self-confrontation holds us back
Of self-complacency: Seek reformed friendship
You walk in the path of virtue, sir
Reality undresses us wistful out of lies
Create more falsehood that you believe in
Bliss only exists out of illusion
