It's cold tonight
And it's not even Christmas yet.
I lean on a lifeless pole at a secluded station, watching the cars pass by.

I shiver a little,
breathe out smoke from my dried out mouth with no cigarette on my hand,
like a retired dragon
and ponder if my fumes
contribute to the grey clouds
in the gloomy sky.

'To be a part of something bigger'
Isn't that what we truly desire.
But I am too old for this.
To compete with monsters that
breathe out red hot fire
that can burn out cities in a...