I drink,
I sip the finest happiness life has to offer
I let the slow drip drops of love caress my tongue,
It tastes like the pure liquid of hope
I've drank in the presence of celebration along with sorrow,

I smoke,
I inhale the fumes of laughter
And I cherish the thought of never wanting a cigarette,
But, at the same time I prefer direct contact, because secondhand is too impersonal

And I lie,
In a complete and total relaxation
To the point where it's too divine to watch the comfort in which I lie down,
It makes me think, "is it a sin to enjoy this much relaxation?"
Perhaps, but I lie down and pray every night, so maybe I'm forgiven for enjoying my lies.