I don't want to go home yet. I'll sit here and talk to my cigarette a little longer, and delay the inevitable. My hands are heavy from a long nights failure. I guess the thoughts didn't find there way to their words. But in the end, I know I've made sense to someone. Left a trace between their mind, and their heart. I've outlined my own path to escape, but it keeps fading away, leaving me misguided. I wonder if the wind gets this lost, ending up alone unable to touch another. If I don't find a reason fast, I fear the end will be just around the corner. Waiting for me like a snake in the grass. Deadly, and uninvited. I feel the pain, and even in its misery I invite it as company to my inspiration. This is where my mind goes blank, and my heart takes over. Beating with desire for a better way to take the heavy blows that keep hitting.