Attention

Here comes this woman who just needed her attention, hoping she will be entertained, but sadly she can’t connect.
Man, she’s a woman not a man, she must be happy to be there all day but she stopped it for everybody’s sake.
Oh, all right, she changed it because somebody showed her it’s okay, having fun is just for fun, no offenses, not a crime, no need to spend a dime.

She’s just a woman who just needed special attention, attention that I can give to my self when I am giving it to this woman.
All right, fine, she’s crazy sometimes but not all the time.
She can be depressed at times but not all the time.
Her face shines right after sharing her life, knowing that I’m writing listening her lines.
What a funny day for me, it’s morning here by the way.

I have to make myself ready for my shift, it will be my life until forever ends, night will be my friend, a lovely friend.
No more sleeping at night, but in the morning you can daydream.
Okay friends, I’m just sharing my thing, texting to no one, but I guess he’s listening.
Oh this letter might be uploaded by some AI to his brain.