London Smoke Sitting, waiting, silently speaking thoughts of my mind music plays, boastfully, hypmotizing my overall spirit smoke rises, puff after puff inhaling, exhaling, the smooth cool feeling of relaxation through the eyes of invisibility, I noticed the women attracted to Americans eyeing, gazing passionately wishing completely, beautiful of London's heritage another cigarette lights upthe city of London For I am not finished with my smoke London's speedway speeding cars emerge afarpeople quickly making way no limits, boundaries, or control of this speedway of humanity hurrying along, confusion of one's new mind adapting nothing more powerful, than a crowd of unknowns quickly reacting, without a consciense to realize what's going on here this will never change one's memory, of a rideon the speedway of London