I am not here to paint the dawn the colours you require each day Nor can I make the breeze gentle enough to cool you on a summers day I can't make a peach taste just right or the dress you want two shades lighter and a little longer I can't fix all that is wrong in your life by putting a plaster made of dollar bills over the imaginary wound For if you wake each day thinking somebody today will fix it all Then you will go to sleep each night with all the same expectations and nothing to show for the day But it's ok There is always Starbucks