Pausing for a moment
I stop to grab a light
It fills my very senses
and envelops me at night....
Whether it be social
or a need to have fulfilled
I find myself succumbing
in dreams against my will.
I've never been a smoker
nor have I wished to be
And yet I find I'm haunted
by it's lure in my dreams....
I hate the very thought of it
and cannot bear the smell,
So why does it come to me at night
I really cannot tell!
Then I wake from the shadows
I crush beneath my feet
The memory of the nightmare
that still puzzles me....
For years I have been haunted
by this very dream,
A yearning for its promise,
what does it really mean?
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