It Fits.

Sitting here all by myself, wondering, how did I get here? Was I pushed? Was I shoved? Did I simply volunteer?

Maybe others weren’t the architects of my home to a sore heart. All along I blamed the world – Could I have played the biggest part?

Tricky designs of confusion were carried out before my eyes. I point my finger at the crowd – draw all attention away from me! Surely I am not the creator of this lock without a key.

Now I see I shouldn’t have blamed the world when my own turned upside down.

My own worst enemy was none other than me. But now, with a little help, I have found the key.

     Favorite song today: Someday We’ll Know by Jon Foreman/Mandy Moore