Sometimes at night I think about the past.
I wonder about people I once knew.
Are they on drugs in an alley somewhere?
Are they married and have little children?
Sometimes at night I think of the future.
I think about what's around the corner.
Perhaps I'll make a fortune in the stocks.
Perhaps I'll have a heart attack and die.
Sometimes at night I think about heaven.
I think about the concrete and abstract.
Is it a place of sugar and rainbows?
Is it a state of peace and mindfulness?
Sometimes at night I think of evil.
It seems to be present in everyone.
We both want evil and want it to stop.
We love to hate it and hate to love it.
Sometimes at night I have my fantasies.
I picture myself holding you closer.
I kiss your lips with the greatest passion.
I wonder if you ever think of me.
