SCENT

There is one thing Here in this place Emitting an odor An odor so sweet Could smell it Running here Over the hills Noxious fumes You have to smell Moments after ignition Fire leaps from match Only to die out Really no explanation How did it happen Over such a short period Maybe it can't be explained Or maybe it was accidental Everything has changed Remain focused on the cause Even though there is none Could it be a ghost Trust me, it wasn't Unless it was Something's not right here Matches don't just die And there's no wind Let me see now Everyone held breath Pull out the extraction Ignite another Maybe it will work Precise pull against the back Smell the flame I lean closer Suddenly it fades Here again Everything repeats My mind is boggled Pimps make money as we think