Is that not what we really want?
Attention!
Give me your eyes, your ears.
Think about me all day and night.
Let my words haunt like a ghost,
flutter about your neurons,
make their way through your skull,
and make laughter come my way.
It is so hard to admit
that all one wants is attention,
the eyes of mothers and fathers,
and the esteem of an audience.
We pretend to shirk such things,
we pretend to be aloof,
beyond the needs of mere mortals
who want their supply of attention!