I have a lot of desires. I will not apologize for that. Everyone has desires. Yours are no more important or meaningful that mine.
Allow me to be what I consider witty, or whimsical, or perhaps even ironic. Indulge me. Just for a moment. I indulge you your entire life.
My mother once bought me a double Bob Dylan album - Desire and Blood on the Tracks. To this day I have no idea why she did. Or what songs belong on what album. Yet I loved both those albums. They made me want to change the WORLD!
As you have probably noticed, I never did. I had/have the desire, and yet...