inhale smoke exhale insight

chain smoking cigarettes 
contemplating
this fictitious realm we call reality
everything changes
this rip tide of time
forcing out fingers from vice grips we hold on today
we attempt to understand
what is true
but
everything changes
thrust into a new morning
where before the night falls
and the moon rises ominously above us
observing all we try succeed and fail
everything changes
except the rotations 
of our loop of planetary orbs  
forced by gravity
to remain the same
and hopefully we last long enough
on this rock
to understand
everything  changes
but who we are
essentially
at the core of this cosmic cluster
remains the same