Where's my heart, For I can't find it.
I've lost it to the breeze.
I've run a thousand miles
To a place already seen.
I play the part of puppeteer;
I'm the puppet on the string,
Tangled in my web of roles,
Woven masks to which I cling.
Where’s my heart; I yearn to find it,
I’m running once again.
Life pulls from all directions
Till I’m stuck in a still-stand.
I dig a ditch only to fill it,
With all my empty plans;
Each day striving forward,
Building houses out of sand.
Sunset in the distance
Stops me in my sprint.
Questions form and fill my mind
As I gaze at light’s last glint:
How did this crazy race begin?
Where did my way part?
How can life so quickly spin?
Where did I leave my heart?
