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
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Playlists sometimes hit a nerve
Apropos of nothing really.
"But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade?"
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