there is a maddening trance out in the air
everyone is high and free
dancing the nights away
worries forgotten & promises betrayed
out by the windy sea
boarded on the ship
that travels on, smoking strong and takes you nowhere
and there is wisp of smoke on the hilly terrain
its been years since it rained
parched mountains feel betrayed
the smokes are from the factory nearby and not clouds
and the green trees are left naked
without clothes and prestige
the flowers all stand meek
men are rooted to their feet
there is a shadow that the mad man is trying to catch
with a fishing rope and a crips note attached
to the hook to attract the crooks
but all is in vain
everyone has gone insane
no one feels the pain
crowded and stuck in traffic in their lanes
while the smoke grows denser till we choke on it
the final verdict: we are all drowning
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