An ancient sage sits at a base meditated and spaced from a pushing race,
It's thoughts are changed and whose to blame, the one who didn't think the same.
When we see the trouble through all the rubble, crawling and sprawling-pop your bubble!
So keep your face through your race if you want to lose, missing your place,
Forget face, don't keep it, weep it, steep it, let it be the hot liquid that melts your position, forget your own so you can fix it.