I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Merry Solstice

Welcome summer. Kiss your significant other, dance naked (if you feel like it), and watch the lightning bugs light up the night.

Here's to an easy, bountiful season.

1 comment:

Camille Alexa said...

Merry Solstice, Steve.