The Path

I sit here thinking, The best for myself, I am still wishing, And in the bare land I am digging, With the hope of finding, The one place and person that to me is loving. Sometimes i do dare, Then later remember that I care, To have the best if not perfect pair, Who has no traits of a hare, Rather natural hair. I always say I want nothing in haste, But still none is ever close to best, All sound like just another test, With each baring a diversity of paste, Leaving my one thing broken, pumping in my chest. Now and then I bake, Of different flavors are the cake, They always come and take, But funny enough they leave me all awake, Crying till morning break. Shouldn't I just stop, Selling all the cakes from the shop, Because, truly I have lost hope, It has always been a "NOP" And now there is only zero chances for me in this to elope.