The judging eyes scythe the broken watch,  discolored collar, faded gaze, smokey five o'clock shadow, mud-caked shoes, missed buttons, sagging eyes of the one with the full belly in a wooden room of rice and water and only one full plate where the rest must stare and suffer and wish to masticate


Clouds fly Settle in the west Rain dries High on hill crest   Time flies When you're one with the day One time Will break in a new way   I tried To race on a speedway Sometimes You get more when you slow With the changes