Good intentions don’t pave roads
going to Hell or anywhere else.
they just hang in the air for a moment,
like smoke, then they’re gone.
Where there’s smoke there isn’t
necessarily any fire.
Smoke can linger a long time
after the fire’s dead and cold.
Sometimes burning bridges
keeps you moving forward
instead of running back to
what is already over.
And quite often it’s over
before anyone sings.
Fat, thin, or otherwise;
no matter what their intentions.