Why?

I'm smoking for hiding,
Running from something bright,
Clinging to old habits
Cuz what's chasing me is light.
It's nothing that's alien, I know it alright,
But the site I recoil at just over the shoulder
Makes my hands cover my eyes,
And I pull my cloak closer
To keep the heat to not ignite.
It's like sometimes it's quiet,
And then I can just run free,
But sometimes it's problems,
And then I blow the trees
Cuz problems don't mix right with me.
So it all boils down
To what defines a victory.