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
2 comments:
Bwahahahahah! This one's right up my alley! I did a post not too long ago about completely murdering the lyrics to songs as I sing along at the top of my lungs. Gotta share this one to Pinterest.
Share away, share away.
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