Cannot be written

Who’s running the whole show?
Follow me and I’ll let you know
But remember we are the power
And you are the bee.
All my work can never be said
As soon as I create, corrupted by fate
I can never even say
This is the curse of the none lay
What good are words?
What I want to say words can’t describe
So what’s the point of being a scribe?
I’m a creator, never a traitor
Redefining logic, this is the task
The mast that will last.
The fun that follow the folly