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, July 29, 2007

Wasted

It was a late night, and a rough evening. Was talking with Tobias and Sam (granted, not adding much to the conversation) at 1:30 AM when I went to the bathroom, when I came back they were gone. So I don't know if they left because I was boring, or that they thought I went back to my room. I also didn't sleep well, so I'm dragging my butt around this morning. It's gonna be a caffine day.

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