Smoke III

How I wish
I was as temporary as breath of smoke
History will never remember my mere existence
I will weightlessly drift with the wind
Without a feeling
Without a memory
I will silently vanish into the night
like I was never even there
No one can argue whether I lived my minute life to the fullest
Or if I just wasted the seconds of my being
Either way, I'd rather spend what seconds I have happily
Than spend a mere day remembering you
Perhaps, I really am a breath of smoke
I was there
You just didn't see me