Like the ash at the burning end of a cigarette,
everything falls.
There is crispness, and life, and utility, at first.
Then, to inhale the sudden pleasure, the tobacco must be burned.
When it has burnt, the ash must be gotten rid of, or else it may fall where it might burn something, create a hole that will never be fixed. Or if it falls on your skin, it may leave you afraid, hurt, burnt, conscious and careful.
The initial gratification and buzz gradually fades.
You cannot find the 'hit of the first time' again, though you may come close several times.
The thrill goes. A habit remains.
Everything burns.
Everything is a phase.
Uncertainty is the only certainty.