Smoke.

The smoke it moves such ease that no man seize
It swirls it dances it tease veiling within its beast

It moves like souls In hell clutching at your every breath
Eating you away from inside every step close to your death bed.

But it obeys

A humble servant at the mercy of your commands
Forming into circles,mighty or lazy

Yet my friend,id trade spaces with smoke any day
For no man knows of freedom as the smoke does.

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