Somewhere I belong

You like to act. I like to think
We are, forever
Two different beings

I read. You talk
Your career choice never meets mine
We are, forever
Living under our own skies.

Sometimes I wonder
If I will ever fall for a great mind
And you, a neat business plan
Simply not the perfect other half
Somewhere, somehow, some other one, might be my man.

Or there might be no one.
And I am created to be perfect on my own. Yes, I can.
Because, after all
We are, forever
Two different beings.