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, February 22, 2011
Morning is broken
Because of the ice. Some people bore you with their cats, I'll bore you with my morning commute. As always, click to embiggen.
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