My Muse Snuck Up On Me

A Writers Lament

 

 

Don't mean any harm

And I don't think I boast

At the ready is a little charm

Maybe more than most

 

Let it all naturally unfold

Like we already know

Don't have to be told

That it all does show

 

Not much we can do

Other than wonder what

Is sure to ensue

After the door has been shut

 

The story is sure to come out

Wasn't hidden too deep

But what they don't know about

Are the secrets that we alone do keep