Smile

Come to me during my morning hours of the day Approach me, touch me, listen, and see Can it mean anything Do you look beyond the smile I strain to sow on The pricks, each vile thread I pool through to shape it right It means not a thing So cut through and help mend my sorrows to joy For I long for a smile that I shall never intend to sow ever again It means everything Now it speaks, it seems to have a mind of its own Engrave your own thoughts, influence it quick I can judge and be judged Soon I will smile and I will be free I live with the smile I choose to wear everyone else shall meet me during my mourning hour Do I smile like thee ?