Timidity hinders Creativity

        And I, testify about this life
      Not because I've had the right
    To speak nor held a pen to write
    But just for the glory of the Light
      That came, and gave me sight
        Christ!, in Him, I put my trust

So when i sit to muse
And become confuse
And I do not know
What I should do
I look up to you

What then lies in the eyes of he who lies?
...
The silent voice of a thought
Even when not realise into word
Yet loud in the ear; seems irritating
...
What then lies in the eyes of he who lies?