Desperation in the purest sense.

When in a lonely room, late at night;
You think of the things that you had done
                 and the things that weren't right,
You focus on a subject but all you can do
                 is detach yourself from the desperation.
The desperation to woo life.

To sing, to laugh, to mesmerize a soul,
To dance, to rejoice, to reach a goal.
Everything becomes meaningless, when you can't decide,
Whether you want to withdraw or ride the tide!

When again in a lonely room, late at night;
The calmness inside you is all you miss
                 and the chaos is overtaking the best part of you.
You seem to dig in nothing but your life,
                 every sound of a heartbeat and the desperation to live.
Is the desperation in the purest sense......and you dive in it!