I've Got Nothing To Do Today But

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.

Believing I Had Supernatural Powers, I Slammed Into A Brick Wall.

My Voice Is My Improvisational Instrument, The Melody Instrument. The Guitar Is Harmonic Structure. I'm Not A Good Enough Guitarist To Improvise On It.

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

Two Times Two Is Twenty-two, Four Times Four Is Forty-four. When Numbers Get Serious, They Leave A Mark On Your Door.