my sweetie Paul sings so sweet

Here's a bit of Paul Simon to help me describe my thoughts lately - tonight as I was reading a bit of the highly therapeutic poetry of Wallace Stevens this familiar song came on and right as the notes began I felt a very comforting matching of me and this song. This song is so meanigful to me. I've long loved this song, but tonight it positively "popped" into full color and each and every image and word seemed essential and perfect, and the music and voice the perfect match. Once again. I find this a rather common occurence with good ol' Paul. If Paul Simon were young and unmarried, I would seriously consider becoming a roadie. The suspicious male friend who introduced me to him is long gone, but I have a feeling that I am going to have a life-long love affair with Paul Simon. So, live from "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme" - ladies and gents Paul Simon, my aged and oblivious soul mate: "Through the corridors of sleep, through 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; so i hide behind the shield of my illusion. [So, I'll continue to continue, to pretend my life will never end and 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'm blinded by the light of God and Truth and Right and I wander in the night without direction. [chorus] No matter if your born to play the king or pawn for the line is thinly drawn between joy and sorrow. So my fantasy becomes reality and I must be what I must be and face tomorrow. [chorus]"