I looked for you high;
I looked for you low
but I couldn't find you:
where did you go?
I looked for you there
and I looked for you here
but I couldn't find you anywhere.
I started to think you never existed.
It's a thought I've always resisted.
I'm tired of waiting
and I'm tired of searching.
There's got to be a way to give up
If I weren't human I could be freed
of all this varied emotional need.
So, I'll start along a trajectory
where I'll shed all vestige of poor humanity,
all trace of being anything or anyone -
and when you look for me, you'll find none.