Perhaps

If I spin slowly around in circles, I can get dizzy and for a time I can pretend I am five years old, wishing I was an adult. So I can do all the cool things adults do. Cause, ya know, adults are cool and shit.

Perhaps.

Perhaps not.

Somewhere along the line of footsteps I was following in, I stepped out of the feet and wandered off to find a better place. I may still be in the woods, but I can see the green meadow on the other side.