People realize the faults of others,
They are not willing to forgive.
Yet we try to overlook and we cannot because
We see the faults of them.

When I want to say something
I realize even I am a benefactor of this
Shameless lawless rule
What to do? What to do?

Days when I push myself,
There will be three items for dinner.
When I come home from work...
Four dishes anew.

When people learn to step on other's toes
And the elders turn their heads away,
There are angels writing each word, each sight
While we are all left wondering what's next?