How strange to pour words into the ears of total strangers
We're consoled that their hearts beat the same beat.

We write of cares and broken hearts
We write of mythological creatures and likewise, love
Indeed, at the waterhole, commonality is revealed.

Dare we tell of who we are, who we really are?
Hard to face the facts shorn, but every witty in our ditty
Shows how ephemeral is life, and wink! soon over.

Butter the prose like sparkling cheerleaders
But alone, we cry and keep counsel with the shade
We write, we write and find it turns out not so bad.