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

Friday, August 1, 2008

Famous Last Words

Hey, there's another chance to win a free copy of Neil Gaiman's Graveyard Book. I didn't win the first time, so I'm trying again.

No comments: