surprise yourself

[cacian]

surprise me not
with years of lies
and
take me not
for someone's cloud

draw me not
series of crowds
and
tell me not
riddles and rides

write me not
prose in disguise
and
trick me not
to slip and side

I feel for you
time has up loud
tons of counts
sounds like
your're drought

measures are bound
they keep a track
anything gout
and it's right out

surprise me
not with bluebells
prowess
and
sings me not
drummers and sound

surprise yourself
let all surpass
ahead of you
is dim and doubts