Sometimes I close my eyes,
And pretend I'm up in a tree.
And it's the tallest tree in the world.
And I can see movie stars, and presidents, and the nobodies.
And they see me,
And they smile,
And they wave.
And they know that I am important.
Little old me
In my big tall tree.
And it makes me feel less tragic.

If you get really quite
And lay down on a hill
You can hear the clouds talking.
They talk about being tired,
And wanting to take a rest,
About how guilty they feel for the hurricanes,
And how proud they are of that year's April rains.
And if you look real intently,
If look them in the eye,
With the courage of a teady bear colnel,
They might even look down at you
And smile.

Today I tried to eat an apple.
It was green and shiny,
And did not contain one of those worm holes.
You know,
The ones you see in the cartoons.
It was a very nice apple,
But, you see,  no matter how hard I tried,
I could not enjoy it.
I do not like green apples,
And the apple cannot change that.
No matter how nice and shiny it is.
Only I can change that,
And I do not want to.
I do not like green apples.

You make me want to shut my eyes,
And fly to Poland,
And start a new life.
I will own a little tea shop,
And I'll make my own makowiec.
It will be perfect.
I will be happy.
And I will never open my eyes.

It is one seventeen in the morning,
And I want a toasted bagel with cream cheese.
I want a swimming pool.
I want a hot pink LL Bean backpack
Filled with all of my happy memories,
An ample supply of band aids,
And some chocolate caramel cream savers.
I want to walk across the country in five minutes.
I want to find an empty treasure chest on a deserted island.
I want to freeze the world at one seventeen.
I want to blow out vanilla scented candles.
I want to want what I don't need to want.

The coffee maker is broken.
Cigarettes are over eight dollars a pack.
My cat is being moody.
I am out of avocados.
My glasses are cracked.
I cannot find any tape.
Nothing is wrong.
I am wrong.
I am tired.
My car is out of gas.