I've watched the children come and go. A late long march into spring. I sit and watch those children. Jump in the tall grass. Leap the sprinkler. Walk in the ground. Bicycle clothespin spokes. The sound the smell of swingset hands. I will try to sing a happy song. I'll try and make a happy game to play. Come play with me I whispered to my new found friend. Tell me what it's like to go outside. I've never been. Tell me what it's like to just go outside. I've never been. And I never will. I'm not supposed to be like this. I'm not supposed to be like this. But it's okay. Hey those kids are looking at me. I told my friend myself. Those kids are looking at me. They're laughing and they're running over here. They're laughing and they're running over here. What do I do?. What can I do?. What should I do?. What do I say?. What can I say?. I said I'm not supposed to be like this. Let's try to find a happy game to play. Let's try to find a happy game to play. I'm not supposed to be like this. But it's okay...okay.