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

Monday, April 2, 2007

A Day Off (and I'm sick)

Ain't it just the way. Took a day off to go see the doctor, and whatever my wife had last weekend, which I started feeling last weekend, hits with full force. Achy, weak, running at the bottom end. Just not fun. I hope it clears out by tomorrow (which is work again, with missing a day, woohoo!).
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