I’m talking to you but maybe just to myself
I’m trying to find the woman I dream of
But feel I am picking through flotsam and jetsom
Scammers and ego maniacs, humanity I guess
But I don’t find her and the harder I look
The harder my search becomes
Then I question what I look for at all?
Maybe I’m designed to be single?
Maybe the love I hold is not meant to find its target
Maybe I’m the only one who feels like I do?
And maybe the one I seek is inside of me
My soul not my soul mate
Is that my fate?
To have a date
With my inner self?