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

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Scenes from a Confusion



Man was it foggy coming home from Confusion. Which, BTW, great time, but not enough of it (or mental power) to catch up with everyone I wanted to be with. It's like every year I have to pick friends whom I don't spend time with (but mostly it's who is available when I have mental power). So, good time. Maybe more later.

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