Mr. Right Vs Myself

Indulged into the virtue of Right,

Uncertain propaganda poured out:

Discussion made over and over,

Is entity a matter of accurate bite?

Stepping forward towards light,

I have been coming along with many sight:

Shadow is only the thing holding me,

To stand above my shaking feet.

Companion of mine think straight!

You must be something to care about:

Belongings were not mine, now and then,

When I'm not so sure about myself yet!

Body is a matter so as world's sight,

Waiting for an exact, a perfect moment:

Worldly goods would be nothing but none,

At the horizon end I wanna meet Mr. Right!

No intention to have talk a lot,

Like others, to you I would treat:

If you would smile, I'll deliver the same!

Otherwise just a look, we would cross straight ...