Lost, to be Found

I realize I'm lost. Yet to be found. Like a feather in the breeze... Or a child in a crowd... A forest through the trees... Or a whisper when it's loud. Or my faith in humanity... Or in what I used to be. A grain of sand... As it slips through my hand. The me I used to be... and the future I once could see. Like the Keys to my car, Or an evening star, to know where you are. So I guess I'll just hang around Hoping someday, I'll be found.