Senses never stop spinning,

the head of a writer

Physically Mentally burning,

the merchadius of words

throw the stream which far beyond,

Connect us through the wire of instinct

Pen want stop holding,

the light from brain

imagination concede everywhere,

where our thought connect the boundary

either feeling or emotion,

reflect the conclusion we make

two words make meaning,

then thousand words

closing eyes are another frame,

to describe your desire and heart

the storm inside us,

could or cant control

Art of way to paralyze,

our thought between two worlds

some hungry for love on the high waiting boundary,

some having desire and feeling for love

Waiting tempera or forever long way,

either choosing good or wrong way

The final conflict in the hand of writer,