It's easy to be generous when you're on a roll It's hard to be grateful when you're out of control - Paul Simon

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.

Well I'm accustomed to a smooth ride,
Or maybe I'm a dog that's lost its bite,
I don't expect to be treated like a fool, no, no,
I don't expect to sleep long nights,
Some people say a lie is just a lie but I say,
Why deny the obvious child?

She said, 'Don't I know you from the cinematographer's party?'
I said, 'Who am I to blow against the wind?'