“In my defense I wasnt supposed to be around this long”

Young body

old soul

Inhales cigarette smoke

to puff it out and contemplate the question

"what is reincarnation?"

cigarette goes out

relight it with the flames of the burning city

deep inhales turn to coughs.

tears from more than just the impending lung cancer

a shakey breath drawn as the contrast is admired,

how can the sky be so calm in the midst of chaos?

How lucky the gods are to not be down here,

a smile, a wish, a shake of the head,

and a leap of lacking faith

that begs the second part of the question

"And how do I stop it?"