Trails

You're walking home from the store

It's burning on the pavement floor

You have this sudden urge, what for?

To pick it up and smoke it

You've never cared to try it

When "peer-pressure" as they call it

Was knocking at your door,

So why now that you're alone?

You watch as the smoke trails up

But your feet keep trailing forwards

Your head turns, you ignore it

But you can't ignore the what for and

The why

Your feet move toward it

And you rid it of its life