Unfound

She opens her eyes,

She looks around,

A familiar soul,

Cannot be found.

As always before,

It always will be,

Alone and apart,

Isolated but…free.

What must it be like,

To belong in a place?

To be like the others?

—Not floating in space.

I'm off in the cosmos,

I'm under the ground,

I'm nowhere but here,

I cannot be found. 

To fall from the stars,

Into human disguise,

A shape which is borrowed,

A soul in reprise…

To be like the others,

You bend and you break,

You give up on yourself,

You get what you take.

The mold is a costume,

Meant to be worn,

Created by others,

Never been born. 

Raw souls are brilliant, 

Wild and profound,

Give in for nothing:

I will not be found.