the wayward

whats new?
the new clue?
the next step?
is this all really necessary?
must i spend my time to be wasted
into ash flicked into the crumpled paper cup
must i dare to really care of others regard?
I think not,id rather bask in my own spoils.
time spins in cycles, like a chain smoker.
ash falls as smoke coils,
I'm the Royal flush in a game of poker,
ice melts into fate and chance
lets do the wayward dance.