Tim opened a light fixture store
It opened when I was eight.
He sold lanterns, bulbs, and lamps
I thought it was pretty great.
The building was kind of rusty,
His marketing was a bit cheesy,
His slogan was: Lights make you happy!
So happiness sounded easy.
But I was not easily happy,
I was more sad than my parents knew.
So I headed off to Mr. Tim,
He will know what to do!
He said: "Howdy little one!"
"What can I do ya for?"
I told him I was always unhappy
That life had become a bore
I asked him what was inside me.
This dark feeling that wouldn't cease.
"Your job is selling lights!"
"This is your area of expertise!"
His smile faded away.
And on his chair I sat.
He said: "I wish I had better news..."
"But I don't sell lights for that."