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
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Music to Write to
Part of my playlist for writing. Also, I've always wanted to learn to play this one (it requires special tuning). Jimmy Page, gotta love that guitar player.
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