i sat under an arabian jasmin tree
with a leaf on my mouth and a fire on my fingertips
it has been a long time since i've done something i once loved
i became somewhat aggressive, yet i dont hold no grudge

fallen too deep into becoming what i needed to be
takes time, takes hardwork, and takes responsibility
my question; will the sister of fate spins my thread?
"they are not real, you are your future, past and present", my head said.

engulfed myself with a studious aura
its fascinating, yet draining
i just want to smell these jasmines and other flora
until they unbloom again in the morning

developed a hobby i once despises
mostly i wanted to do it because its classy
puffed the smoke above
the smoke rises with the sunlight that peeks through the jasmine's leaves

i dont consider myself good
but, my minds been dormant enough that certain words are hard to find
today i enjoyed myself
focused on what is now and always remember oneself