There's No Place Like Home!

However, as it is the only heart I possess, let me play the fool!  Sometimes I escape from this polly-foam fortress and run amuck . . . for days, even weeks at a time.  I know not where.  Yet my heart is fragile, and when the fool becomes too foolish it inevitably slips from its jovial bearings, falls, and is broken. 

And there I kneel, crying as I piece together my foolishly broken heart.  And I'll be happy to see those nice young men, in their clean white coats, when they finally track me down and come to take me away -- HA !HA!  My foolish heart needs its foolish home.

UnderEli UnderEli
46-50, M
Aug 3, 2010