Relation Ship

As I stand on the sand of my paradise called life. I'm right... right where I need to be. I feed on the empty occupancy of me being by myself. Just me and my wealth. A lot of cold hearted decision leaving those behind. The wind blows so crisp as success is so divine. But now I know binds. Twisted I am constructed on this obstruction extracting me, retracting me, subtracting me to my lower self. Dividing my health I longed to find my soul. So I prayed for the day the ship I yearned for would deliver it's self unto not just my flesh but so much more. My soul, what I feel is gold, my whole fold. My being in totality. Will I ever see the sunset with you on it? A solemn relation and understanding that completes me not depletes me. The relation that has learned me. To help me not to make the same mistakes. Someone that relates to the fact I am not perfect and neither is the love I give you. Relate to me as you have settled and made home just as I have.