Loss of mind

My mind is not my own

I often find it likes to roam

To where it goes I do not know

It often seems to change the show

The sights aren't new but the pictures are

I sometimes catch it back

But one day it will travel too far

My heart is aching

And my soul is breaking

My mind is not my own

it often likes to roam

The place it goes to... it Scares me

Please come home.