I can’t explain the cloud.
It doesn’t bring me down,
But it threatens a little rain
And I’m over-sensitive to pain
So when I feel the sky turning gray
I swim upstream all day
Afraid to see what’s downstream,
Another tumbling waterfall, the gleam
Of another cruel hook,
So I bite by the bullet by the book
And close my eyes, and repeat
It’s all just a dream, there’s no defeat
If I just keep standing.
No running, leaping, landing
On my feet is needed;
If I stand still I have succeeded.