i.m.t.

it wasn't a mistake for me to have taken the bus at quite a late hour, considering the fact i could have taken the train and reached home earlier. the bus was quite empty, and it was dark outside. just looking at the cars on the roads and the lights in the streets was undeniably therapeutic. the little joys in life. i love uber long bus rides!
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and 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 i asked him how he felt.
he said, "i think i'm cured. no in fact i'm sure of it. thank you stranger, for your therapeutic smile."

so that's how i learnt a lesson, that everyone's alone
and your eyes must do some raining, if you're ever gonna grow
but when crying don't help, you can't compose yourself
it's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing, or a simple song of hope.

that's why i'm singing..
baby don't worry, cause now i got your back
and everytime 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 will wait for it to pass
and i will keep you company, through those days so long and black.