Let your smoke turn to cinnamon.
There are some days
weeks
months
years
That are smoke.
Sometimes you're looking through a haze
there will be those days.
And you will walk through them and live through them
Choking on the bitter scent
That surrounds you
And it'll seem like this is your life,
But let me assure you; it is not.
And there are some days
weeks
months
years
That are cinnamon.
Sometimes you're living in perfect ecstasy
There will be those days.
And you will walk through them and live through them
Breathing in the sweet scent that surrounds you.
And it'll seem like this is your life,
And let me assure you; it is.
Hold on to these moments
Breathe in that sweet cinnamon-
Inhale its spicy notes; let it clear your nose.
And when you smell the smoke,
just take a deep breath
And turn it into cinnamon.
