The nerves of truth
To spread through
Not that you lack spirit
Not that you fail to greet
But you shy away
And fail to convey
You are ready to meet
And open up to dance on feet
But something prevents you to speak a word
This only cuts sorry to speed up work
Life needs spade work on earth to plough
So is relation to pass through
Each possibility is explored
Life is then easily surrendered
No one wants fingers to be burnt
The wrong message should never be sent
It shall not only vitiate the feelings
But go deeper into digging