I still remember that dark night
I was alone sitting on the bench
The street light was lightly yellow, it was a very quiet night
No cars no people no noise, just me, my cigarette and the darkness
I dragged a long breath, it was long enough to think about my whole short life
Within a second I blew it away
Now I'm thinking about my present
What should I do now, what should I make
Who am I? And what's the reason for me to live
?How could I survive when I have nothing to live for
?Should I do risks? Or should I play safe
In the end I'm alone and have nothing to lose
I dragged another one
It was deeper and stronger and longer than the last one
Now I'm looking for answers for these questions
I found for most, but there was still a question I didn't find the answer for
It made me crazy mad and obsessed of it
Want to know the answer but no matter what I do
I can't find an answer
I took a longer one
Now I'm thinking about my future
I thought over an over for a goal a purpose for anything to do
But I got nothing
There was something pulling me back
Telling me to go back it's still early to think about the future
Like a feeling or a voice
I took that advice and I went back
To now to present
To the empty dark and quiet street
I realized that I was just burning the cigarette filter
It's been an hour since the first drag
I've been thinking too much
But in the end I through it all away and thought about the one
Thing that gives me hope
A Promise I didn't make