Said unsaid"The said unsaid, though said, is still unsaid.", said he.
To RunEverything is stillA shot rings outThat constant motioninhaleThat constant burningexhaleThat constant exhilarationinhaleThe constant breathingexhaleThe constant goalinhaleThe constant mindsetexhaleTo keep calm till the endinhaleTo finish strongexhaleTo Runinhale
Not Another Tin ManMy hands are rustyToo many thoughtsNot enough actionsMy hands are rustyThey have just become soI would do anything to make this feeling goMy hands are rustyThey used to be so fluidCrafting works of artMy hands are rustyI feel the camera so little nowI feel we are drifting apart.My hands are rustyWhose tips had warmly caressed the piano soWhose tips coldly tap the keyboard belowMy hands are rustySome oil is what they needYes, some creativity is just the seed
I See The SignsI'm seeing the signsI've been reading between the linesPerhaps I kept myself too well confinedUsing the wrong frame of mindI wasted too much timeIt seems there is now a lineComposed of one body - mineBut I am not going to turn on my dimeNot this time