Lying here alone in the dark,

I see the world around me change

While I remain the same.

Wishing I could grow and bloom

Like the flowers in the spring.

Though I know this dream is but an illusion.

I am lost.

I am alone.

A wandering soul floating about the Universe.

No one can see me.

No one can care.

For I am an idea,

A whisper in the cold dark night.

So I keep wandering through the stars,

Across this lonesome existence without a cause.

Often I dream of a home,

Of love,

Of belonging,

But these things are unfamiliar and distant to me,

Much like my presence to the rest of the world.

Until I find a place to rest my wandering soul,

I'll continue to hope, dream, and walk alone.