If I told you I dropped out of college
would you assume that I lack knowledge?
Or would you look into the window,
being my brain.
What if inside you saw pain?

See it's funny because my whole life
I looked outside of the window at the world
I looked at the young and the old
I looked at the boys and the girls
I looked at the men and women
and in all of those people
I saw dreamers.

When I pulled my head back in,
I took a look at myself
I asked, "What are my dreams?"
and I wrote these poems.
Some show me good; some show me bad
Some show me happy; some show me sad.

The greatest part
is that my brave heart
continues hoping
and leaves that window open

The worst part
is when my hurt heart
wants to be left alone
and I keep the window closed.