To stand, tall and proud in front of watchful crowds.
To reach into your soul and take out lines of verse, magical tales, or the inner depths of memory.
To take these heart-found words and cast them in offering to the expectant audience.
To keep an eagle-eye on all around in fearful supplication, eager that these words would please, fearful of rejection.
You have made an offering to the mob.
A gift of words in pitiful hope of gaining favour of the masses.
Seeking approval, applause, love.
Sometimes you have to wonder why we do it.