Placing

No matter where I am I'm always in
The wrong place at (what I call) the right time.
There are so many places I can't win,
And nothing moves with reason or with rhyme.
If I were that city, I would be
Exactly where my heart demands I should;
If I were in another, happily,
Some things would happen that I know are good;
If I am here, then I will do my part;
If there, I'll do another needful thing;
If elsewhere, I can listen to my heart;
If everywhere my nerves at once would sing
And I would cry out for the miracle.
But even then, I am a bit satirical.