I Want You To Write A Poem Off-the-cuff Right Here Right Now

I don't wanna fall
Into the same old hole
It's cozy down here
It's a little bit cold


I'll try to steer clear
The sand slips down
I'm at a 6 out of 10
Guaranteed to fall down

Tomorrow is the same
On the boundary of the hole
Today I'm at an 8
So I manage just to wait
But I still fall down
Yeah I still fall down

This morning it's sun up
And I feel a little strange
Like I open up the curtains
And see it's a new day

I look out to the ends
Of what I can see
I imagine being there
Wait could that be me?

Now this time I'm here
Which is not there
I thought differently
About today's hard stares

I saw the sun
And I saw my path
I did not see the hole
And I carried on