Smoke this life

I got to smoke this life
the shape for every dream is so undefined
the shape for every memory is yet even more boundless
rare, like a shifting vision of events
happened over and over between changing ages
across people and places
meaningless, so to let know,
it was happened, someday, in the past.

I portray the quiet and silent, smoking life waster
while the life itself smokes away from me
I have trown these memories to the night sky
many others still remain
every day from now,
every day since the day I was born.

Each newborn generation
begins the cycle,
being pointless to fight time
youth is a very short moment
captured in our minds to be recall
in a shapeless memory
that helplessly will smoke away with the dreamer.