Rain is falling on a mirror of sunshine
and I have no idea what that means

I gave myself a little bit of room to breathe
right between my inclination to intervene
and my lack of a spleen
It seems I grew some wings and flew the scene.

Once again life is nothing but a dream
my boat has nowhere to go
but against the current of the stream
(if you know what I mean)

If I just had one more second
I could've painted myself a place to live comfortably
yet when I heard the bell ring
my time ran out just as the spigot ate the spout.

No doubt that everything
is another piece of some one else's perception
though sometimes defective
we overlap to create our directions.

I think I don't think things through when I need to
so whose fault is it
when all the walls become see-through?

Glass smashes and that's the whole truth