Succumbed to scent of a travelling kind,
Wafting patience envelopes the sky,
A noble pursuit dressed up in a suit,
Boxer like treasures to try.

Inhaling the peace, dragging the release,
Sifting through snippets gone by,
A passerby, preoccupied with clouds,
Nostalgic pleasured replies.

Gratifying smiles greet outsiders pride,
When boxes crumple to trash,
A philosophers aide – smoking is hailed,
All beings and things turn to ash.