Smoke IV

Here I am
Back again
Writing stories
 never bound to happen
One thing's for sure
I need a cure
For every time
 my mind wanders outside my door
 and all of my senses are out of control
 I unknowingly divulge the perplexities of my imagination
Stretch every fiber of my being
And then I exhale,
A big white smoke of my humanity escapes
 from my filthy mouth
Then I look around
And I am back to the same room where nothing happened
Wishing there was,
Hoping something did.