Simon and Garfunkel – I am a Rock

I can’t seem to get this song out of my head.  This pretty much sums up how I have been feeling lately.  I want to curl up into a little ball to shield myself from the world.  I picture myself as a potato bug, with a hard shell, curled up and safe inside of my armor.  But then I think, ew, bugs are kind of gross, and go off on a tangent trying to think of other creatures that are less icky who have hard shells.  Armadillos… turtles…

A winters 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.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its 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.