it seems we're all waiting
for something to occur.
nothing ever happens
because we're too busy
waiting.
. . .
underwhelming,
isn't it?
the way your life
gently trickles away
right this second,
babbles,
softly murmurs
in the shallow stream
of eternity.
a cigarette burning
into nothingness,
dissipating into smoke,
the grey curls
becoming more
and more transparent
until it's as though
they were never even there