Bowl of oranges

The rain it started tapping, on the window near my bed, there was a loop hole in my dreaming, so I got out of it, and to my suprise my eyes were wide and already open, just my night stand and my dresser, where the nightmares had just been, so I dressed myself and left them, out into the great streets, where evrything seemes different and completley new to me, the sky, the trees, houses, buildings even my own body, and each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet. And I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health, I said "theres 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 I asked him how he felt, he said "I think I'm cured, in fact I'm sure of it, thank you stranger, for your theraputic smile" So thats how I learned the lesson, that everyones alone, and your eyes must do some raining, if your ever gonna grow, but when crying don't help can't compose yourself, its best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope, thats why I'm singing baby don't worry, coz now I got your back, and everytime you feel like crying, I will try and make you laugh, and if I can't if it just hurts to bad, then we'll wait for it to pass, and I will keep you company, for those days so long and black, and we'll keep working on the problem, we know we'll never solve, and loves 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 and, we'd stand staring in awe, at our still lives pose, like a bowl of oranges, like the story told by the fault lines and the soil