A few more words written on a page, taken from my mind and thrown out into the open for approval or rejection. What do I care? Some praise for a moment; maybe a few faithful minds to ease my fear. What do I care of who cares? Why should I? Will it mean a thing years from now? Probably not, though I may never know for sure. Sometimes it seems so worth it, and other times I can't remember why I ever thought it was.