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, March 11, 2020
Living a life of illusion
Pow! Right between the eyes.
Oh how nature loves her little surprises.
Wow! It all seems so logical now!
It's just one of her better disguises.
And they come with no warning,
nature loves her little surprises.
Continual crisis
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