The morning cigarette in the cold always makes your day.
Makes you think about much when you puff, reality and consequences.
Much like dreams. And yet dreams are never as they seem.
Perhaps reality isn't what it seems as well.
Who am I to judge when the perception of it is different to everyone.
Thus, who am I in the scale of a bigger picture?
I hope my opinion matters as much as the next person.
But most times...