Quit

I smoke until I get a headache, I smoke to think   

I smoke to stop.

To build a world of better remakes...

I smoke to live –

The penny drops. 

I guess it true about the Good Things

They always said ‘Don’t have too much.’

But all the greyness of each day brings

Battered thirst and thinking such 

As

       ‘Your legs are sore,Your arms are aching!

You must be tired, Never Mind –

Spark up, and watch your worries flaking’- 

Reason and thoughtlessness combined.

I quit.

Its time.

I’m quite decided.

I’m reaching for a glass of wine...

A thing was good

But now I’ve tried it

And somehow it feels almost fine 

To say –

                  Okay, you’re worth much better

And frankly ‘You’ won’t go to plan,

So write your future self a letter

Then get out quickly while you can.