Bowl Of Oranges

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 then, out into the grey streets
But everything seemed different and completely new to me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And 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 that I can do for you, you can't do for yourself"
He said "Oh yes you can, just hold my hand. I think that that would help"
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt--
He said, "I think I'm cured. No in fact, I'm sure...
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile"
So that's how I learned the lesson that everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow
But when cryin' don't help, you can't compose yourself
It's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing or simple song of hope
That's why I'm singin'
"Baby don't worry cause now I got your back"
And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad
Then we'll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company
On 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 are fractions 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 then
And stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told
By the fault lines
And the soil

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