Surrealier

Contemplations of a cynic My life began, I was to learn to stand Perhaps, maybe try to be a man You stood before me and grinned your grin Now that made my heart swell and spin. I felt myself fall, cold with the rain Too scared to think that people would think of me vain. And now you're gone and I'm all alone, My mind starts to moan Why didn't I tell you? Why couldn't I see? Over the tables of coffee and tea? Then it comes to me like a skydiving dream, Love is not all as it seems. It wasn't meant for me, and that's what nobody can see Why do they try to be friendly, try to be nice? When all of it melts off me like the colde

Smile If there was one line I could use to make you smile You'd hear it in seventeen different languages all the while Would you laugh or would you cry? Or sit and draw random shapes of symmetry? I'm having another drawing moment, But the subject of my drawing just got stolen So instead I'll draw your smile You might have to hold it for a little while If your cheeks start to hurt, I'll say the line That might just make the day mine Or we could talk of tigers in the forests of the night Would your slender hands or sharper eye dare frame it's fearful symmetry? But never mind the tiger, it's on a leash And we can go on trying to g