Lighting up a cigarette just to watch it burn, Looking for a meaning in the ashes. Some kind of metaphor here, but I have too many things to do to sit and analyze. Or am I just too tired for one more drag. Riddle me this: Is there some connection between responsibility and my own inability to leave this basement? I’ll let the smoke fill the air as the haze trickles up the stairs, unsmoked cigarettes tainting all my possessions. They say smoking kills.