Real

What is real? The way that I feel . . .

. . . driving home from Wasilla in my car,
      gazing at the Chugach mountains so far,
      wondering when the bears will wake,
      and when I will find love in which I can bake.

. . . don’t waste your life pining over the errors that you’ve made,
      embrace each day with fresh grace,
      remember the beauty and forget about the pain,
      keep your heart open to love once again.