Smoke

From where I am I can smell the smoke
They’re burning something — I don’t want to know
Should I really sit here and wait
And hope it blows the other way
I wish I could see
And turn off my lungs when I run into poisoned air
Which may finally be everywhere
I don’t want to go to sleep
I don’t even think I need it
Keep every light turned on
Because it seems darker than ever
All the murderous greed
Ignored by the ones with too many reasons
For keeping things running
If I blame them for anything
It’s nothing more than I blame on myself