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, November 3, 2011

Scenes from a Commute

Those photos are fine, it's the world that's blurry in the morning.



3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I can believe that. Mornings do feel a little fuzzy.

Elizabeth said...

After lunch can be blurry too, and then I forget to leave my name.

Steve Buchheit said...

Depending on what happens, much of the day has the chance of being blurry.