My rant about finding "the one"

[gilmored]

Happiness is measured by so many things:
flowers, chocolates, diamond rings.
What matters most
is hardly the matter,
when so many souls are climbing that ladder.

When so many souls are climbing that ladder,
what's most important is lost in the clatter.
With birds, dogs,
beauties and hogs,
some are ashamed,
while others wear clogs.

While others wear clogs,
some are ashamed.
Some stay wild,
others are tamed.
Do you understand?

Do you understand?
My rants at
hand talk of society,
and the plans, unplanned