Smokers standing in the street An illusion their minds cannot defeat Year after year, decade after decade This illusion never falters or fades
Like the high tide coming in, filling every cranny and nook Though it never recedes, it's permanently booked Swirling through every part of their mind Tightening, twisting, strengthening the bind
How sad to see someone controlled by an illusion Controlled by delusion and confusion Controlled by something which arrived out of thin air To stay forever, leaving only despair