Smoke words every day.

A question that tears⁣⁣⁣the very earth you walk on⁣⁣⁣Each slight step you took⁣⁣⁣Towards the deceit of progress⁣⁣⁣Unwinds as you fall⁣⁣⁣to the familiar dreaded beginning⁣⁣⁣where forever dies at its end⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣When it’s all but a reverie⁣⁣⁣I cradle you in your peaceful sleep⁣⁣⁣The lullabies I sing take shape ⁣⁣⁣of nightmares ⁣⁣⁣for insomniacs of reality⁣⁣⁣Questions seep into dreams⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣They assume…