Fumes of creation are spreading by the wind
Embodying our worries and anxieties in this existence
Calcifying our bodies development, mind and soul
Our fragile human suit cannot withstand the power of smoke
The feeling of belonging is lost in this material world
The feeling of power is winning with every inhalation
Vapours of disillusion are celebrated in time
Shaping the path of the future with blur
Modelling all captions of time with intriguing games
Sculpturing players with default inferior settings
The fumes are playing the trick of creation
The sadness of life is moulded in our genes with smoke
Victoria Odey 