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, March 13, 2014
The Old Days
Of relation to several news items, controversies, partisan bickering, and just my general life and state of mind, a reminder of an easier time (for some).
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