You Get What You Give


She wastes her life away
sending up smoke rings,
but the untraceable signals
in predictable patterns,
bring the same results-
the pile of ash grows.

Still, she waited for change
brighter thoughts, finer things.
Things that fade, like smoke
fleeing from the flames
that, too, only ever burn out
and only their filth remains.

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