I've looked for a wealthy man with nice hair
A good man or good enough man
I can't find him anywhere
I imagine you've no trouble finding candidates
They will want you for your beauty,
Your charms, your personality,
Rizz, artistic creativity,
But all of that wanes and shifts
Like an inverse eclipse.
For it's one thing to be desired
And another to be cared for.
And who says either one is higher?
Although clever turnips of great fame
Will convince you they're one and the same.
Look past looks, past value,
Past what you bring to the table,
Past the illusory soul, past religious fable,
Past the useful lies and sad truths.
You deserve one who recognizes your shape
And what's coming together.
It's simple for us to trace this hidden geometry
To share a shape
Ever in flux, chaos, and wrath
Whose unknown boundary
Can't be expressed in our highest math.
I am looking for a simple man, a fractal,
An infinite coastline, an empty head
Whose heart is full