Though my eyes search you,
Still I don't know,
I want to move but seems I can't go,
What matter is it,
If there's no way,
Heart sinks to fall away,
Flounders to the surface at everything you say,
Words stick in my throat,
Refusing to come out,
Their tight-gripping hands are my doubt,
My fingers still work,
My heart still pumps
the blood to my brain,
So the neurons race from end to end,
When I see your face, my friend,
And thanks: I haven't written a word,
For a while,
My catalyst: your smile.
