Some luck out in life, find that someone special,
The one who completes ‘em, ticking every box in that list they’re checking,
They say there’s one for everyone, just gotta keep on swimming,
But what of those who go fishing but leave with empty baskets?
Destined to walk alone, on the wrong end of pity and scorn,
While the other side are romanticized as living embodiments of characters seen on movie nights,
But lost under the bright lights are what goes on behind the scenes, the ups and downs that go unseen,
The one you choose is the one with whom you run the gauntlet, prepare to be tested,
Could make or break the union, vows honoured or discarded,
Some don’t go the distance, a TKO remains a possibility,
Once inseparable becoming strangers or even the very worst of enemies,
Go it alone you’ll avoid that experience, dodging heartbreak and loss,
Are they the bitter and the damned? Or fortunate compared to most?
Happy are they that live the dream, scoring goals with their other half in tow,
Maybe some little ones join the show within a stable and happy home,
To grow old becomes a privilege rather than a hindrance, living life, side by side, until the very end of time,
Played the game and came up roses where winning is 50-50, where defeat comes with humiliation aplenty,
But the payoff well worth the risk, doesn’t get better than this,
A loving home and family, a lasting legacy, consider yourself fulfilled, not all are as lucky,
And even if you lose you learn, your choice to climb back on or go it alone, the party’s over but you’re still standing, life goes on,
You can say you tried, lapped up all the pleasures for a while, many would count you fortunate, Sir Alfie is but one of ‘em.
Never know what you’ll find, but the flipside a sad fact of life,
Could take a long time to find ‘em, not unusual to come up empty-handed,
Fate had other plans, maybe, can’t always dictate its direction,
Might not fit in the puzzle, nothing comes easy to outsiders,
Can still live your best life on your lonesome, a nasty thief is comparison,
Options always open, no constraints whatsoever, consider it personal freedom, perhaps your grass is greener,
Swerving the darker players within the game, the liars, manipulators, cheaters and the fake,
So maybe Sir Alfie wasn’t all that right all along, it ain’t a set path for all,
Go your own way, see where it takes you, so long as you regret nothing once the gates appear before you.