What makes her laugh, what makes her smile
When she's ready to depart?
Perhaps she knows the simple truth
That encourages her heart:
She does not belong here anyway,
And so she feels there is no more
To be said. It's time to go away
For all that's yet in store.
There's more than this, and to the ones
Who don't belong, here is a word:
Look to the horizons; wait.
Your destination is assured.
postscript
Moving on. Nothing fancy here. Full title: To those who don't belong