Smoke and Mirrors

What is smoke?
In my current state I find it to cover my apartment, clothes, and somehow my spirit

It is by no intention or desire of my own
Nor will it ever be
However, this smoke, this smoke of cannabis and tobacco still proliferates itself upon me

And that is where the others some in
The others who exist, rather are, in my habitat find the byproduct of this smoke to define who/what they are

Their identity is, and feel free to argue, is to feel nothing, I take that back, to not feel reality. To escape the demands of reality is to coward away from a mans calling and created mission. Reality is a fun place to be if you have set yourself up to experience it fully and naturally. But yet this cowardness is some well regarded and accepted practice. Beyond that…it is attractive…beyond me

How is running away the new sex symbol?
Why isn’t refinement, knowledge, the desire of wisdom, the will to learn, and the passion to teach not desirable?

Is there no mirror of morality and humanity to look in?
I guess that wouldn’t work anyway because the problem with a mirror is that it only shows the exterior, which apparently also isn’t a problem because people wake up everyday and greet their own pitiful, worthless selves and smile because they know their escape is only a breath away, time to go to work

The only examination that goes beyond skin deep is that of the living Word. But, we all know how far away the inhalers and exhalers are from its beat. They mock it, judge it, and defile it. But, they are of no credible source with sound argument

I find them empty, nothing, and an abuse of air. A waste of life by which change is not conducive nor interested in. There is nothing like rolling out of bed and hitting that pipe. Feeling the properties of cannabis burn your throat, flow through your lungs, into your blood stream, slowing your heart beat, and numbing your nerves…the breakfast of champions. I can only assume that is what goes through their minds, once a blank slate for knowledge and wisdom, now just blank

Am I cruel?
Shouldn’t I respect one’s freedom and personal convictions?
First, I don’t care about a perceived freedom, and second, there is no respect in manipulated convictions.

So, for one who swims in this smoke, and who’s lungs begs for the skyline of a third world country, I’m not judging. I’m making an observation of the perverse talent of persuasion and the view points of self-worth. Now take a deep breath