Time goes by too fast,
In this worry of finishing
I lose the point of start,
I chase the flawless,
but my moment just doesn't last
I do my part,
I make my start
I run with the wind
and I swim with the stars
But how do I move
the burden of my beating heart
I sit by myself
pouring my tea
yet I couldn't find one soul
like my tea found me
I hear a whisper
from a large crowd
noisy they are
yet, the words aren't abound
My words weave this
the story of my way
yet I can't seem to craft
the shape of my day
I forget when I try to remember
things that have happened in the past
like water vapour, fire and ember
they hold me up
up my carefully crafted cast
