"Home is where the heart is."

My heart has been on vacation,
got lost at the station,
missed it's connecting flight,
has come down with a plight.

It's missed the school bus,
forgotten how to trust,
spilled coffee in its lap,
fallen into a trap.

It's still playing dress up,
afraid still to mess up,
losing its car keys,
crying after a tease.

If home is where the heart is,
a place where a warm hearth is,
then mine has missed the boat
for I'm still just out afloat...

It's a strange sensation to try to describe
A condition that can't be cured by any medicine prescribed
When the mind wants constantly, like an aimless drifter
Only to be suddenly thinking of greatly useless information, like how to access software that filters

When you start out humming stickerbrush symphony
Only to be doing ****** backup vocals to the trees
My brain is a child that can't sit still but maybe, one day soon it will.