Flared Open Confusion

A comical conundrum is my behaviour
When I’m sitting with my heart out on a plate
Served warm and still beating
I think it would be great
If everyone would stop weeping

‘Tis not a time to mourn
Do not have any sorrow
Today was once tomorrow
It is my will that I follow

Gambling on a risky bet
The wheel still spins;
Answer yet unknown
Until that silver marble stops bouncing,
I will not know if my heart has found its home.