Could my soul mate be,
A tree in a field all alone,
Or a street painter in Paris,
Or an opulent Arabian king.

Could my soul mate be,
A stone in a babbling brook,
Or a wise old widower,
Or a shaggy urban pan handler.

Could my soul mate be,
Also trying to search for me,
Or has the world made them hard,
Or has someone put out the flame.

Could my soul mate be,
The complete opposite of me,
Or are we eerily similar,
Or do we not even care.

Could my soul mate be,
Here sooner than later,
Or do I have to wait forever,
Or do they just not exist.