Four

 turned inward,
 much that passes by
 goes missing:
 but outward,
 she often finds the real her,
 flying through new skies
 so much more
 than relationships,
 and yet less:
 finding place
 in the realization that
 'place' is relative
 sing of love:
 find your own music.
 sing your song,
 just for you.
 then let your voice float over
 the eager and sore  
 what gets lost
 when we lose ourselves
 is more than
 subjective --
 how do we find our way home
 without having one?

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