All the cynics in this town.

And after all of the things that this has handed me.
After the pain it has dealt me with.
When I discover something worth it.
It's never what it seems.
Do not ever wake and believe that it will come.
Because it's all a dream.
It's all a trick.
Do not let it come in and rest.
You must resist all you can.
And never have faith that it will go as planned.
They will all be greatly disappointed.
But the only thing I'm capable of is smoking this cigarette.
And watching this leave.