A killed desire

We all do desire to feel wanted
By this idea we're always haunted
How to act to arrive to a place
Where we've won the race

Where wanting to be desired
Is Not what we really desire
Where nothing else really matters
As long as our heart doesn't shatter

Its escaping an endless piral
Turning this pleasure idle
In our true magic we believe
Getting rid of all the grieve

Feeling free and wild
purely happy like a child
All of that will brightly radiate
A soul known to elate

Hoping to kill this desire