unsettled something

where am i? i'm lost.
i'm young, but i'm old.
i've discounted my story
but the book never sold.
for maybe a moment
i thought i knew home
but the ground underneath me
persuades me to roam.
and so i'm as fallen and
lost as before
my right brain and left brain
are fighting a war
and no side will win,
and no side will lose,
i used to think madness
was something i'd choose.
i'm bored and unsettled,
nostalgic at best
my feet have stopped moving
but my head can not rest,
i know i can't sleep
but i'll lay here and try it
with the crackling leaves
disrupting the quiet,
i feel like i've lost something
i'll never get back
but don't worry, i'm fine,
it's just life that i lack.

-kb