Tipped

I climbed the ocean
To reach the tree tops
To walk against the sky
To make my way across clouds
To gain wings and glide
To see the world from a birds eye

I jumped off the ground
And landed upside down
To see a different picture
To hear backward sounds
To cry about different reasons
To find new winds and seasons

But im sitting in white
With a window wide open.
Lights on, dark nights.
Fear is your own creation.