Merchants...

As I walk inside this dark Smokey room and I sit and wait to be attended by this lovely waitress who asks me if cognac will be fine. I reach over grab a cigar in which I compare in how much this cigar reflects my life. As I slowly light and suck the smoke out my cigar and blow the match off I wonder why my life feels like I'm burning it away. I taste and release the smoke that has in powered me to feel free of all things I get this rich full feeling emotion that reminds me of good things to come. "Here’s your drink sir" my waitress says. And before I know it the feeling had vanished in the air. I look over and see my drink red as the blood that travels through my body and red as the anger that fills my empty heart, I reach take a swig and feel as I drink away my anger but wait the burning of my cigar has build a tower of ashes that remind me of the obstacles I have to overcome. As I take another pull of the cigar that fills my lungs..I ask myself me and this cigar have a lot in common life is a match that fires up our cigar and then we slowly burn away until we become the ashes that the wind blows away..