To Find a Heart

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?