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A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
Well I’ve heard the word before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

Paul Simon (1965)

 

Randomness is the Spice of Life

See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Talk No Evil, Do No Evil.

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3 Comments »

  1. Ahmad Said:

    Hiiiii Charizardd! πŸ˜›

    • idiosyncraticcharm Said:

      OMG!! Ahmad Wronghoodin!!!Must you come and taunt me here in my cyber domain? Oh woe be me!!!!
      You’ll never leave, will ya?

      • Ahmad Said:

        Sobsob 😦 Fine laaaa liddat waaan! I shall leave and never return!

        Ok im back πŸ˜›


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