I sense it is not much that differentiates our destinies but one mini pivot point after another.

I sense I have been one decision away from destitution many times- I know I have.

What was that exotic song bird that made me turn my head a different direction

before I took another step towards something I may have never returned from?

Why me?  

Why was I given the ears to hear Your Song from inside a cold cage made with

 no visible door? 

Why me? 

May I carry this key humbly.