Incense and Happiness
April 5, 2004

It all begins with a match
a match in your hand or within your soul
suddenly sparking
the fire's ignited
Let it burn

Smoke stemming from the root
The party has started
Much like the smoke rising
you're flying
Sometimes calmly and sensually
Sometimes vibrantly
Always from the same place
never un satisfying
but never completely gratifying

Rising
Flowing
Living
Glowing
Each smoke signal off to find a different part of the room
Each action off to find a different part of life
And the ashes that are left behind go unnoticed
Let it burn

The stick is getting shorter
but the smoke is releasing faster
and hotter than before
the smell more intense
the smile even brighter
and the feeling of joy and peace
insurmountable

It's over- the smoke's gone
Now all that's left are ashes
and memories
The scent is still strong
but it's not enough
Time for more
Where's the box?

Push the ashes aside
Deal with them later
I need a new stick NOW
They were never really that important anyway
They're just the remains of my life
and what matters is now and not then, right?

Sweet, there's the box
Yes, a nice long-lasting stick will do this time
All set
It's time to Let it burn
Now all I need is a

Shit, I'm outta matches
And what the fuck's with all these ashes...