555's

I see a broken man on his crooked stick

Holding the hand of his wife that’s sick

Reach for a half empty packet

Strike a match, light up his cigarette

Faint embers eat the tobacco leaf

Smoke rises, exhale the healing nicotine

Grey gasses burn the eyes

Blind, cant see a thing around

Catch a glimpse in the mirrors and know

Empty souls, nothing but lost not found

Old veteran walks down the street

Clutching crutches that keep him free

A tool, he uses his missing limb

Arms stretched out as I pray for him

A handful of dong is his only hope

To get him a relaxing smoke

Grey gasses burn the eyes

Blind, cant see a thing around

Catch a glimpse in the mirrors and know

Empty souls, nothing but lost not found

Construction workers seem to forget

Working, so they pull out their hammocks

Watch a flood of helmets pass

Start to drift away as one asks

His friend, “ why does life feel like a pointless game?

Never mind, to hell with it, can I borrow a flame?”

Grey gasses burn the eyes

Blind, cant see a thing around

Catch a glimpse in the mirrors and know

Empty souls, nothing but lost not found

Empty souls, nothing but lost not found



i might add more to this one, not sure yet

thanks for reading

jordman