Found but Lost

I found her one day,
enjoying the warmth of life
loving the feel of freedom
eating the fruits of her labour;
lost in her own world.

I found her again one day,
looking for something
searching her retinue
emptying her bags;
lost in her loss.

I found her yet again one day,
confused in herself
finding her identity again
solving her life's puzzle;
lost in her lost world.

I found her again & again,
more confused than ever
bewildered with events
begging for some familiarity;
lost in a strange world alone.

Maybe I will find her again one day,
enjoying the warmth of life
loving the feel of freedom
eating the fruits of her labour;
lost in her new world.