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