i can sit here write another poem about how i feel
or i can open my eyes and notice that the world is real

there are trees outside, blowing in the wind
and there's curves to trip over, and fall, hurting your shin

there's grass to watch slowly grow
and there's dirt to ***

there's people to meet
and new friends to greet

there's people to watch fall in love
and there's winter to greet, by buying a new pair of gloves

there's an actual world to live in
and there's prizes to win

there's new things to master
and there's smiles that come after

everything is out there is real.
and your wounds will heal

smiles will grow, where frowns once lived
once everything is no longer hid.