On monday when I woke up,
He told me he's alright.
He said he had just given up
On chasing stupid dreams.
On tuesday when I came home,
He said he's a painter.
That he felt cold and alone,
And that's what he's painting.
And before I sleep, everynight
I tug him in so he'll sleep tight.
Then go off back into bed
And at him, I'd be amazed.
I smile to myself
At his picture on the shelf.
But I still ask whoever's listening,
For the clarity that's been missing.
On wednesday morning I awoke,
He told me that I was very ill.
He fed me syrup that made me choke.
I drank it all and thanked him.
On thursday when I was on the phone,
He was leading the revolution.
The russian king was overthrown.
And I pledged my loyalty to him.
On friday we went for a walk,
He was on his way to court.
There was a case and he had to talk.
And I was obstructing his way.
On saturday, I hid away.
I needed some place to cry.
He shouted out for me to play
He was a kid once again.
On sunday, we went to the park.
A bright sunny day it was.
When a little dog gave out a bark,
He turned to look my way.
"Baby what are we doing here?"
I gave him a smile with a tear in my eye.
"We're on a long walk, no need to fear."
This was the clarity I asked.
And before I sleep, that very night
I tug him in so he'll sleep tight.
Then go off back into bed
And at him, I was amazed.
I smile to myself
At his picture on the shelf.
And I thanked whoever's listening,
For the clarity was a blessing.
& who are you, today?
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