I have always only wanted to be wanted
But I’ve lived without being wanted, in this life.
In fairness I have seen a thousand mountains fall
And remain that way, every one of them for eternity.

Without being wanted the world has no air to breathe
And I have suffered suffocation in a dreary fog,
I stopped listening to the birds in the morning
And I dug a hundred mouldy graves in a day.

Without being wanted leaves fell from the trees
Leaving only bare twigs and the green would go.
I once stopped writing my poetry, that I know.
I have stood in queues of disappointed flowers.

Without being wanted oceans have all gone dry
The fish started looking for another home.
I gave up wanting to sing to the clouds
And I have sat amongst the thorns all day.

Without being wanted love has no meaning
And all the love songs have gone up in smoke.
I have thrown my radio into the rushing river
I have sat on the riverbank counting the ants.

Without being wanted my keyboard turned to lava
And my computer has melted into nothing.
I have found my years of wanting turn into snow
I have built snowmen shaped like the moon.

Without being wanted there is no reason to be,
Without is the main theme of every day to me,
I have sung the joys of loving, but felt the sting
Of knowing I am without this wanted thing!