Laugh

Why do you laugh, 

when I cry?

Why do you laugh,

when I die?

Is it because I do not know why,

my skin is like milk chocolate 

simmering under the sun

Is it because I do not know why,

I dance under the silver droplets 

falling from a metallic cloud 

Or is becuase I cannot explain,

the way my heart plays

when you shuffle the deck

and deal the cards

Perhaps its rather my prosaic state

that remains frozen like the winter's rain 

unable to capture greenhouse effect

Why do you laugh, 

when I cry?

Why do you laugh,

when I die?