Cigarette smoke

Does it seem like
you are watching
your best years
ebbing away
like smoke
escaping a cigarette
forever.
Like life is a single task
of trying at tying
a metre-long rope,
round a metre-thick pole.
It's one of those days
you sit outside, lost
in knots of thoughts
watching life happen
like you have no part
at all, in its agenda.
Down
the street, a squeal
cuts above the shuffle,
a car running over Ijeomas dog.