Very much inspired by Kim Russell’s great poem here

It was beauty that killed the beast
but the words live on between the lines
We all go a little mad sometimes,
inspired to try again sometimes
You’re going to need a bigger boat
to hold all the babbled speaking
Trust is a tough thing to come by these days
and now we’re slowly leaking

I know what you did last summer,
I know what you’ll be doing the next
You know, there are two kinds of evil,
writer’s block, the page without text
We are the ones who dwell within 
waiting for the written to be read
Where we’re going, we don’t need eyes to see
but ears to hear what is said

It is truth, but truth is not always appearance,
often it is lies
Fiddlesticks, I don’t know what possessed me
to offer you this surprise