The lights are blinding in this town
The people are deafening
The smoke is so thick that I can't see
People and their cigarettes wandering shadowy through the streets
Am I one of them now
Have I lost the light in my eyes
Am I a ghost before I've even died
Sometimes I wonder if I'm the figure in the fog
If I'm the one empty handed in a room of people cradling hundred dollar bills
I suppose I am
I stand in the street with my ember of a cigarette
And watch them watching me.