hopeless

Life alters; stumbles, falters...
but needs remain the same
and I  breathe the the air in selfishly
but my instincts remains the same

I feel the breeze
it ignites the trees with livelihood and movement
yet still I feel a womanly will
to parish with companionship

But the man I seek is not so neat
he is dirty, uncertain and mindless
but I still, against my will
am hopeful he is worth it

Because I am alone; he is the one
I am certain but I am stupid
he's a great find
but I am out of my mind
this hope is very unsuited