Smokescreen

The obvious is now

Clear and out

In the

Bright daylight

No space is available

Anymore anyway

Anywhere for anyone

The future is

Just gone with the wind

A hot sticky wind

Making you cough

At night

And choke in the daytime

While we pretend

Everything is normal

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