or a simple song of hope

the rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. there was a loophole in my dreaming, so i got out of it. and to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open. just my nightstand and my dresser, where those nightmares had just been. so i dressed myself and left them, out into the gray streets. but everything seemed different and completely new to me. the sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body. each person i encountered i couldn't wait to meet. then i came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. i said, "there's nothing i can do for you you cant do for yourself." he said, "oh yes you can, just hold my hand, i think that that would help." so i sat with him awhile, then i asked him how he felt. he said, "i think im curred. in fact, im sure. thank you stranger for your therapeutic smile." so thats how i learned the lesson that everyones alone. and your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gunna grow. but when crying don't help, you cant compose yourself, its best to compose a poem. an honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope. thats why im singing baby don't worry, cuz now i've got you back. and every time you feel like crying, i will try and make you laugh. and if i cant, if it just hurts to bad, then we'll wait for it to pass. and i will keep you company through those days so long and black. and we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve. of love's uneven remainders, our lives a fraction of a whole. but if the world could remain within a frame, like a painting on a wall, then i think we'd see the beauty there. stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges. like a story told from the fault lines and the soil.