It's something random. :>

It seems as though everyone wants something.
Everybody is searching, hungrily, for what they desire, be it fame, fortune, love, happiness, or something else. It doesn???t even have to be material. But many are never truly satisfied, still searching for that one thing that will make them happy and at peace with themselves.
I???m searching, too.
???-Quite fine to have dreams, as long as you don???t interfere with those of others in a negative way.??? Or so they say. But what am I searching? Even I don???t really know. I???m perfectly fine, but I don???t feel satisfied. I???m guessing that having almost three months to laze off, doing nothing of real importance, can have that effect on someone. Or maybe it???s some new kind of temporary insanity. After all, I???ve been called ???crazy??? before for being a hyperactive child.
It???s not the pits, though. Searching. Always glancing around from behind, excited at the prospect of something new. Something new. That???s it. What I???m searching for. A new routine, new people to meet, something exciting, in a good way, something I can smile about when I???m thinking at night.
My moon, my man.
There???s nowhere to go but on- heart on my sleeve, not where it should be.
Shed some light on me, please.
Isn???t it funny how any simple song can just get stuck in your head, and then, it???s everywhere? You write it down. You sing it. Make up dances to it when you???re alone, and then turn red and laugh at yourself. That???s not really on topic, as any teacher could tell you, but there really isn???t a set topic when some rambunctious youngster decides to write, procrastinating until the last moment, and finally getting a stroke of inspiration, only to be wiped away and forgotten, set aside by some new thought.

Almost everyone has a plan. What about me?