FLOWERS NEVER BEND WITH THE RAINFALL
Paul Simon - 1965
Through the corridors of sleep,
Past the shadows dark and deep,
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel,
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So, I'll continue to continue,
That my life will never end,
And that flowers never bend with the rainfall.
The mirror on my wall casts an image dark and small,
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
I am blinded by the light,
Of God and Truth and Right,
And I wander in the night without direction.
It's no matter if you're born to play the king or pawn,
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow.
And so my fantasy becomes reality,
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.