When I Can't Do Anything Else

A mane of clouds surrounding your neck;

Do you feel
Afloat?

Do you feel
Reproached?

Do you feel
Winded?

Do you feel
Choked?

Suffocated on those thick blanket of misty smoke?
Or free as an untwined dandelion, away from it all?

Your mane of clouds may fall thunder and wreck, but it has sunny days and its dazzling sunsets

And those supernal nightfalls,
That blankets your heavens with the darkened souls,

You can fill it up with disparate youth,
And reckless love that you cannot mute,

But, promise me, don't inhale the impurities
'Cause I can see the cigar tracings, and underlying cannabis

Don't let anyone tarnish the clear skies you have,
For your clouds have the clearest view of the sun, and the light shows more truth than lies,

Be it your cashmere scarf, and carry it with valiance,
Never let it snake around you, and it'll never be a nuance

A mane of clouds surrounding your neck;

It's your choice to be strangled,
And your choice to breathe even

//k.u.