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

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Little Song



Because, sometimes you need a little song.

My soul writes me
My soul plays me
My soul sings me
So I'll sing this little song for you
Oh sing a little song for me
And I'll this little song for you


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