Float Like Concrete

Covered in this skin    
Existing for a finite eternity    
Relative senses poking and prodding    
at the fabled dialect of my why's and how's    
It all seems so simple    
Lunging through    
the metaphorical rings of flame    
Just to find salvation    
in the smoke break    
Waiting on the other side    
   
Before bounding through    
The next obstacle    
life has to offer    
I come to question    
The same problems    
As if I hadn't had a cigarette    
Just a minute ago    
   
How troublesome it is    
Finding hope where doubt decays    
And doubt where hope once thrived