Desperation is what I have for attention!
Always seeking and mostly begging for something so lame.
What would I do if I got what I am looking for?
Won’t I be running to save my privacy and thoughts, from the clutches of those attention givers? And yet I act desperate for that single minute craze.
Desperation is what I have, for love!
I run and chase whoever gives the smallest hope for listening to my inner world.
Where I don’t realise that I am not ready to give the love I so deeply desire as I am only desperate for attention and not ready for commitment!
Desperate I am for money and fame!
Again I can have the same say that what would I do with it all? I mostly sleep, eat and hate being disturbed. If I have money my sleep will be gone. And when I have fame my peace will be taken!
Yet I remain desperate!