In the Pink

I'm surrounded by the down and out. Look too tired to shout. Seems like they only want to pout. Me, strong feeling I'm missing a link, without a doubt, would put me in the pink. While observing their plight, I could be taking flight. It's a signal from inside, indicating my heart is open, but missing something. Now a slight ache, not a sharp pain, telling me to make a change, or there will be no gain. Somehow find the one, impossible to fool. Not about the outside, beauty marks, or perfect things, that start one to drool, But feeling in the pink, being with the missing link, just occupying, the very next stool. Don't know if I'll get there, but when I do, it can turn into something, lasting and true.