I buy a pack of cigarettes

Thinking that may help me

with my thoughts

to solve my problem

that is life

make up my mind

of what I want to be

How can we?

We are still so young

and they burden our shoulders

with this pressure

of

meaningless

value

Days gone by on dreams

of what we will (could) be

"Do you have a plan B?"

Plans are meaningless

ideas

of what could be

(will be?)

(might be?)

Do they ever follow through?

Is there a plan for life?

Like

a

storybook

A beginning

and an

end?

We die.

The end.

Too long ago to remember

the beginning

but people tell us stories

of when we were young

of childhood memories we do not remember

We cannot choose when to begin

but we can choose when to end

Shall I choose to end now?

(would that make me happy?)

Maybe I'll just smoke...

until I get cancer

And die