Lost & Found

Imagine being something that is lost. Lost in the sense of that you cannot be found and, chances are, you will never be found again. Where would you be? That's the thing that gets me: you can be out in the open, with many people who see you, but they couldn't care less; to them, you aren't much; however, to one person, you're lost. It's all relative and it all depends on perspective. It's a weird world that we live in. I'm lost, but I am also the only person who can find me. Strange.