it's okay if no one reads. the audience doesnt make the music sweet. there's nothing that drives me for fame anymore, or little if some, but little still. there are lyrics and rhymes and sonnets and prose, but it's alright if nobody knows of them.. i wont mind a bit. i swear, i wont try to cast myself beautiful in the public eye. lime light fades, and words fade, and lives fade, but that is the way it is, and it's okay.