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

Thursday, October 6, 2011

If you need me…

I'll be here.

At the next writers retreat. This one is less serious, but still expect to get a ton of work done. 

2 comments:

Shawn Powers said...

I dunno, I think treading water might hinder the amount of work you get done. Just sayin.

Steve Buchheit said...

I have water wings. Princesses water wings.