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.
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I can believe that. Mornings do feel a little fuzzy.
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I can believe that. Mornings do feel a little fuzzy.
After lunch can be blurry too, and then I forget to leave my name.
Depending on what happens, much of the day has the chance of being blurry.
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