Does it matter what I think?
Does it matter what I write?
Does it matter what I feel
In the middle of the night?
What I hope and what I fear,
What I imagine and what I see,
Even if it isn't clear,
Wicked or virtuous would it be,
Take their value straight from me
And maybe they all lose that value
Once they leave their domicile
Trying to reach out to you.