(Dedicated to the book "Looking for Alaska" by John Green)
I'm a drizzle and life's the hurricane.
Speeding towards me as a predator looking for its prey
An ambrosia born from sourness
A death won by a passion wrong
Mistaken hopelessness born pain
Smoke away life in hole dug through hate
Maybe someday I'll get the chance
For my last words to mean something
But until then you smoke to live
Yet my cigars are meant to kill
A search for meaning answered by a life ending
For you to know how I feel
