The Void

I speak into the void, and wonder if it makes my words noid. Who am I reaching, when I get on my soap box and start preaching? A distant friend in a forgien land? A perfect stranger across the band? How far do my word float through the air? How many people are made to care? These half-spoken, half-thought ryhemes, that I seem to share most all the time. How many people open their eyes to see, these words I put out for free?