somewhere between lost and not

I'm not lost, however I deep down wish to be found, 

this place is home, but the mind keeps wandering around,
cannot bear the feeling of being idle, 
though it may seem comforting all I feel like is escaping,

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find me,
search me in your darkest days, 
notice me in your brightest days,
or maybe we'll meet on your regular lazy day.

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you're fine, you don't need a rescue,
they said,
it's silent, it's deafening,
it's been quite a long time,
my exact favourite tune will be so kind,
I mumbled.