"The Lost Heart"
There was once a heart who thought differently than its same kind
It never knew the meaning of its existence
Its fellow hearts have told it too many stories of their journey
All ending the same way like the others did.
In the place of each their companion
In the comfort of their own someone in their own home
But this heart thinking differently followed a different path.
One that existed but was never walked on.
It kept wandering, meeting different things than the others did
Going places no one was able to see
Walking lands no one had a chance to walk
This heart kept wandering, and this heart knew it was lost
The heart that thought differently than its same kind was lost
The heart that took a different path than the others got lost
Still, the lost heart kept wandering
Giving itself the answers to the questions it kept asking
This is its existence, To find its way back to its home
To find its way back to its home with its fellow hearts
But the lost heart wanting to see the end of the road it took
Wanting to witness the end of the path it followed, continued
It continued to wander at the path no heart dared took
This lost heart kept walking.
This lost heart continued seeing.
In the End the lost heart never found its home
it kept wandering to places without a companion
It crossed bridges knowing it was nowhere near home
The lost heart never found the home it once had
The home where its same kind journied the same path
the lost heart made its own home in its own comfort
And this lost heart brought this home with it wherever it may go
-misky7