Time to write some words again...and the words that come to mind first pertain to a good friend who's good in nature.

When he feels bad? Well, he's hard pressed to show it and quick to forget.
He's up a tad, or he's medicated and not movin' too fast.
What be the case? Yes he'd kindly greet ya if you'd show him repect.
Within their base they've got things to share with you including air space.

Born in a cave in '78.
A day too short and a dollar too late.
Injuries won't end careers,
When ya heart is aged in longer years.

...How the covered windows keep the sunshine at bay.
While your away seize the ceaseless oppurtunities to join them at play.
Should that start you'd be hooked through the gills and could never depart.
Becoming art, and the longer years will not age a-your heart.

And in that cave they did conceive
a higher form of therapy;
medications mixed with beer.
Their hearts have aged in longer years.

Though their lineage may die
they mark the years in hours by.
Their world a maze of curvy mirrors.
Their hearts have aged in longer years.

The years have aged them, but hardly changed them...
...The years have aged them, but hardly changed them...
.......................Years have aged them.......................

When you're Caucasian,...
it's a combination of cock and Asian!