Cub - Alias, Tarsier

One afternoon on the train

There was a child sitting beside me

Smearing the glass

With his face and hands

Let’s look for things to do

He said, «I can show you 10 ways to fold a letter»

«Or can you curl your tongue like this?»

«I can.»

Curiosity clings

It’s a roof weather tight

For this only son

He’s buried in himself while

The world goes up for sale

Sitting beside him

It’s like when a dog smiles

The wait is never long

And conquering grows futile

While the world’s for sale

He’s buried in himself

I would sooner believe this star

Not nearly 3 feet tall