The Doctor

The doctor's in,
but his tools are unlikely.
Trust seems a sin,
but what else can you do?

The doctor's in,
a radio firmly in hand.
CD's slowly begin
and sweet music floods in...

The doctor's in,
his voice a seductive whisper.
Speaking just below the melody,
his words no less than poetry in the night.

The doctor's in,
but he wears only a cloak of promise,
while drifting along upon a cloud of melody,
trying to help you sustain your memories.
His oath is no longer for your life
but for the heart which flutters sweetly in your chest.

The doctor's in,
and he knows best.