Finding Ranson

I’m sitting by the sidewalk of a street, waiting for someone to stumble upon my feet. Hours passed, the sun went down. No one came, I felt drowned. I’ve looked in every place that I know; I’ve been to the places where you might go; but I didn’t see you there, not even a sign that you’ve been there. I’ve searched along the highways, asked the people that came across my way. I explored the forests, please be there on my behest. Rain started to fall. Where are you? Please hear my call. I’m starting to lose my hope, with this weary feeling, I can’t cope. I went back to the places I’ve been to, from where I started, thinking I’d see you; but still, I didn’t find you… or, much better to say, I didn’t find myself.