Coming Home

I know where I want to be...so why am I still here.

I've already spent so much time trying to find everything I already had. The irony is not lost on me, the fact that the one thing that I thought was keeping me down was actually the one thing that was making me keep it together.

What is it thats stopping me from taking that step? Is it because it seems like a step backwards. In fact, is it really that? Is it because of all the things that I set out to accomplish, I never really did one thing? Does that mean I've failed?

But I've been out on my own. I've seen what the world has to offer...and truth be told its really not much. So I can continue trying to look past what is so obviously there, so much so that its blocking my view, or I can finally just come home.