-unknown, unfinished-

sometimes I wonder, is this all for nothing?
will my words ever mean something?
will my words impact a mind?
open up vaults, and release the inner kind?
will meaning be attached and memories made?
starting special things and foundations laid?
will my words be imprinted in memories?
quoted amongst friends and enemies?
and as I write I think,
opening up my soul to the very brink,
‘does recognition mean my worth?’
the numbers on the screen tumble down to earth


*unfinished, and to be left as so*