Alias & Tarsier
Cub
One afternoon on the trainThere was a child sitting beside meSmearing the glassWith his face and handsLet's look for things to doHe said, "I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter""Or can you curl your tongue like this?""I can."Curiosity clingsIt's a roof weather tightFor this only sonHe's buried in himself whileThe world goes up for saleSitting beside himIt's like when a dog smilesThe wait is never longAnd conquering grows futileWhile the world's for saleHe's buried in himselfI would sooner believe this starNot nearly 3 feet tall
From Letras Mania