Hello, Death.

"Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

"This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill."

- Requiem - R.L Stevenson

Encountered these wonderful words as I waited for inspiration. 

Never will I quote these again. Never will I forget. 

sweet refrain

This is the song I am gonna be singing for a while!
Catchy stuff. 

The best things in life are free
But you can keep them for the birds and bees
Now give me money
That's what I want
That's what I want, yeah
That's what I want

You're lovin' gives me a thrill
But you're lovin' don't pay my bills
Now give me money
That's what I want
That's what I want, yeah
That's what I want

Money don't get everything it's true
What it don't get, I can't use
Now give me money
That's what I want
That's what I want, yeah
That's what I want, wah

Money don't get everything it's true
What it don't get, I can't use
Now give me money
That's what I want
That's what I want, yeah
That's what I want

Well now give me money
A lot of money
Wow, yeah, I wanna be free
Oh I want money
That's what I want
That's what I want, well
Now give me money
A lot of money
Wow, yeah, you need money
Now, give me money
That's what I want, yeah
That's what I want

In search of...

We start writing in the hope that we are going to create something epic, plunge headlong into the plot, protagonist, the characters surrounding them - mother, estranged dad, baby brother, best friends, acquaintances, and so on
But
It falls short.
Disappoints.
The epic in your head falls short,
The pic in your phone turns ugly,
The story so far is beautiful,
But uninspiring,
It gets over too soon,
Simply
The end.

And the fishing begins again.

Fun, partly.
Tiring, mostly.

Faith.
Hope.
Love.

The next big epic awaits us.