my wishlist so you can make me smile

the rain it started tapping on the window near my bed. there was a loophole in my dreaming, so I got out if it. and to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open. saw my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been. so I dressed myself and led them out into the grey streets...but everything seemed different and completely new to me. the skies, the trees, houses buildings, even my own body. and each person i encountered, I couldn't wait to meet. until 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 awhile and then I asked him how he felt. he said "i think i'm cured. in fact, I'm sure. thank you stranger for your theraputic smile." so thats how i learned a lesson that everyone's alone. and your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow, and when crying don't help you cant compose yourself it's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a a simple song of hope. that's why I'm saying baby don't worry, cause now i've got your back. and everytime you feel like crying I will try and make you laugh. and if i cant 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. we'll keep working on a problem we know we'll never solve of loves uneven remainders our lives are fractions of a whole...but if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on the wall I think we'd see the beauty then, stand staring in awe at our still lifes pose. like a bowl of oranges. like a story told by the fault lines in the soil