Your life floated away like that last bit of cigarette smoke - right in front of you - and you hadn’t a clue! Or perhaps you did, but you just stared at it, the floating stream, motionlessly.
What good does knowledge do to people like you?
I am not ashamed of you, no. Far from it. Envious, perhaps. I always wonder about the things I could have done if I were you. All the places I could have gone to. All the dreams I could’ve lived.
But in between one of my beloved green trips to the borderline of sanity, I realized something. Perhaps, someone else looks at me and says just about the same thing. Perhaps, my life is that last bit of cigarette smoke I see floating away from me.