• To most, this is a dream

    To fly with the birds
    To live for years longer than we should
    To not age

    But to me this is a curse

    Never ending
    Never ceasing
    Except when I die

    But that's not long enough

    Fire burns my soul
    Something takes me under
    I can't breathe

    I need a smoke

    I take out the pack
    I light up the end
    I inhale

    I hold it in like I'm holding on for dear life

    I exhale
    Releasing the breath that needed to escape
    I look over

    I see a lovely young woman

    Long, red hair
    Flowing like a river
    Down to her back

    Too bad I'll die before I have my chance with her

    Because of this curse