So many thoughts, so many fears. Waiting for words for hundreds of years.
Refresh and repeat, I put it out there. Hoping against hope, on a wing and prayer.
Stories and dreams, that you will see. I will create and set free.
Will it be bad, will it be for naught. Will it be hated and forgot?
Waiting and hoping, pacing the floor. When will it ding and tell me more.
Should I continue, should I write? Or should I keep it out of sight.
Thoughts and troubles, in my heart. Oh when will the reviews start.
Watch and fidget, what will I do. Please let it be good enough for you.