I wish I could think like them, those writers, poets, those scholars of the past, they see the world as they want to see, I wish I could take their eyes, to see something so original yet non-existing, to see something so unique. A mind as good as that would take me anywhere, to the utopian land I would go, where I would see what they see, Oh what a wonderful world it would be. But Oh! how stupid I would be, why take their eyes when I have mine? I have my own body, own mind. why did it take me too long to realize: I can't be anything other than me, because; everyone is unique in their own life. So I would see the world the way I want to see, the way I want to be.