Too many words, too many mouths , 

How do I preserve them all now?

Not just words but practice of days 

That may go vain when I face the race 

The silence i found peace in 

Gets near me to cease 

The shaking hand , the freezing brain,

The nervous smile to easy the pain 

Yet the result matter ,

Not the efforts , not the pain 

And with the shaky hand and a freezing brain, 

I wrote my efforts...