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, February 13, 2012
Story Bone
A board room apology is a cheap thing. It can be purchased with nothing more than dreams and aspirations. A heart-felt apology, however, is hard currency you can bank on.
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