The soft, violent tumbling of my heart

is what has guided me these past times.

As I wander through dusty shops

and cobble streets in search

of that thing i seem to have lost…

Or did I ever possess it really?

Was it simply never given to me

as I stepped into this messy world

for that first time?

They forgot to hand it over

Sometimes someone has some they can lend me…

for a time.

But it never fits in that little

oddly shaped space it belongs in,

or it wares itself down and crumbles away.

So I search these narrow alleyways

and windswept moors for some

sight of something that could