CHIMNEY SMOKE
Some things naturally make you feel warm
Blazing orange rugs
Steaming hot chocolate
Friends and relations huddled in front of a fire
Wish I were home
Where the smiles came freely
There were always reasons for the changing seasons
When I looked in my mother's eyes
Living in the city where the faces look so cold
Everyone checks his watch
Obsessed by appointments and numbers of units sold
I want to shoot holes in these damn neon signs
I want to lay down
This heavy burden and this yoke,
To smell the smell of chimney smoke
To watch its warmth curl into the brisk air
Some things naturally make you feel warm
Wish I were home where the smiles came freely
There were always reasons for the changing seasons
When I looked in my mother's eyes.
-Bruce Potts
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