Ashes
Our hopes and dreams. Things we strive for. Our drive that keeps us going.
Like cigarettes, they slowly burn. What was once something, gone. As time acts, it just gets smaller and smaller. Harder and harder to grasp.
Sure there are more in that pack, but it’s not the same as the last. But they all end the same way. Remnants blown into the wind as the smoke leaves your lungs. Never to return.
Just ashes.
