As Long As It Makes Everyone Else Happy

Why do we always have to find a love,

Always out to search, always on the prowl.

Being alone with nothing else to think of,

Hunting throughout the night like a starved owl.

The selfish hunt that consumes our one life,

Meant to end in fulfillment - but instead,

Eats our time to find a husband or wife.

Hearts left hungry, but the ticking clock fed.

We try to beat time time to spend a full life

With someone even less than a stranger.

Losing focus on other goals of life,

Not aware this path will end in danger.

Foolishly think at the end we’ll find light,

And endure the deep dark path of this plight.