No representation is made that the following has any literary merit whatsoever.  

The words started bouncing around my brain when I was headed to the hospital at an hour too late to be early and too early to be late. More came in between morning rounds and I felt compelled to put 'em down...

They say it's where the heart is...
Or where you hang your hat. 
They say there's no place like it
And that you can't go back.

Is it the place you start from...
Or is it where you end?
The place you spend the holidays
Or where you lay your head?

My hat sits snug upon my head,
My heart beats in my chest.
I start from where I last left off
And where I stop I rest. 

It's not a building or spot on the map
This elusive place, I find.
It's not even where my loved ones are.
My home is a state of mind.