A Question for the World

If I could draw my poetry As water from a riverbed, And pour my pieces on a page From fertil banks of thoughts unsaid, To channel consciousness each day And feed a people with my verse Could this sustain a volume's worth So profits fill an empty purse? Or would my words no sooner yield A water source that's fit to drink Than if I left to randomness The meanings of each thought I think? /* Font Definitions */ @font-face{font-family:"Cambria Math";panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:roman;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1107304683 0 0 159 0;}@font-face{font-family:Calibri;panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-unhide:no;mso-style-qformat:yes;mso-style-parent:"&qu