what do you think?
 
 

what do you think
you're doing in the dark
with your face amiss
in darkness
with that slight smile
upon your lips

what do you think
you're going on about
when you fight your little war
with yourself
and other children of the night

do you think you're that immortal light?
with the fight for right
and all that is fair, and just

what do you think
when you're all alone at night
do you wonder if someone's crying
or if a child sits out in the rain
or do you just wonder
if you're going to have cold pizza
or icecream for your morning feast
fit for a king 

do you wonder 
.at all?
when do you take the time to think
.like truly about life
.or about the way we live it
and just tell me, when do you even give a fuck?
 

WILL
COPYRIGHT MARCH 1999