A Bottle of Smoke 

The cloudy nights are all around us

Seeing everything through dark skies

Living and breathing the night and weary air

It’s all in a dream; a bad dream

It’s all in a bottle of smoke

Something that can break

One day or another, as the world rocks with the rhythm and blues

 

When the clouds lift from that bottle of smoke

When the sun appears upon that bottle of smoke

When everyone says hello to the world

When the Good times are here

Everything will come alive

Everyone will be around

Everything will smile

Everyone will shine

 

Even though the cloudy rain drops may fall in that bottle of smoke

Giving us exhibitions; from 9 am and to 5 pm

Remember our sunny disposition will shine through

Through the good and the bad

It’s just another rule one plays

It’s just a habit we repeat

A laugh I hear and a joke we play

 

Something though, something else is in the air

Can you feel the stream of evil?

Can you feel it?

Like some cursed pride cutting us like a knife

Deep and wide; can you feel it now?

It’s something from a bad dream from a bottle of smoke

It’s something we cannot understand

 

If that happens, if it dampens, just remember

Just imagine it’s like the cloudy rain drops that fall in that bottle of smoke

Giving us exhibitions; from 9 am and to 5 pm

Remember our sunny disposition will shine through

 

So we’ve learned that it’s better to be a good nobody

Better than being a bad somebody

Evil is just another rule we decide to play

We are fighters but even better lovers

A lover and not a fighter

Be a lover for the bottle of cool

 

by Joy C

 

 

 

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