There Is No Such Thing

There is no such thing, As an always. There to be done, Always. Or have it given to come, Always. Like the heat from the Sun, Always. People search to want somebody close, Forever. As if a life together lived to feel for real, Is heaven sent and meant to consent... There will never be one argument. To pop and drop upon them, Like wet cement. People search to want somebody close, And picked... From a list of selected preferences. To then get upset and wish, Their fantasized desires... Stayed to exist in bliss. Satisfying what they daydream to miss. There is no such thing, As an always. There to be done, Always. People search to want somebody close, And picked... From a list of selected preferences. People search to want somebody close, Forever. As if a life together lived to feel for real, Is heaven sent and meant to consent. Because, Reality to live is... Reality to live. People search to want somebody close, Forever. Always and ever. But... Reality to live is... Reality to live. There is no such thing, Picked although wished... To come and stay forever like this, Since... Reality to live is, Reality to live.