"It's just a feeling"
That whispers away like smoke,
Impermanent as it seems
Everything in life is stained
The smell profusely, permeates the
People, places, and Predicaments
Giving the eponymous name of the sentiment
The stoics cast this tormentor out,
But there is no way to escape its grip
If you've taken a slow drag
From its intoxicating blip