the haze pokes fun at us

I wake up in the morning

The lights still on the streets

The sky still in darkness

The fresh air never hit

It smells of smoke

When the light slowly appears

The mountain range can't be seen

It all covers in thick white sheet of haze

The haze smiles on us

“Hey guys do you all miss me?

I know I shouldn't return every year

But the guys burn me in the forest

I know I shouldn't return

I have to escape the burning

You never know how hot it is

I have to escape to neighbours”

Will we still love our neighbour?

Many meetings and suggestions

Blaming here blaming there

Many coffees and teas and cakes

And yet we still see

The haze pokes fun at us

I wake up in the morning

Will it ever end since 1997?