"You're Really Worked Up, Aren't You?"

Well should I not be? Should I not care about what we are talking about?

Oh, if I was indifferent, would I be more powerful?
If I didn't feel every single rush of love
or anger
or helplessness,
would I stand queen of the world?

Everything and every thing means something,
value is intrinsic, you see.
There are no such things as idle words,
only idle hearts.
When my mind idles, it creeps into a corner
of despair and desperation.

So yes, I am really worked up.
I'm really worked up because I care deeply,
about you, about the conversation,
about every silly little argument ever held in the universe.
There's time for silence when we are dead.