Apples and Questions

I want to follow the Doctor's orders
But it seems like he's on his lunch break
or maybe saving someone else whose life is at stake,
I understand.
But I've been wondering how people don't think he's fake.
And I'm asking where I have made my mistake.
Because when I wake from the night
I shake my head, refuse the light that is shining and searching,
I am shining and searching
My body fatigued, my head and heart ache
I dream of a plan and a wedding cake
And I know that love is no piece of cake
But the sight of angel food at least keeps me awake
and it gives me a break
From the Great Lake currents and the constant earth quakes I fear,
I fear
There is so much sound you do not hear

But his nurse left a note where I least expected
An explanation so I'd feel less neglected
It read, "an apple a day keeps the Doctor away
And you have eaten your share of apples each day"
With this fruit of knowledge, he was useless to me
He saw that I've provided my own Vitamin C

I am here, Doctor, healthy, but alone
With apples and questions
With so much unknown