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
Sunday, June 28, 2015
The day will dawn of sanity, it's a kind of magic
Yea, it's still a Queen kinda of week.
Wait, there's a Queen App? How did I not know this.
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