What Do I Want To Do?

                  If anything were possible I would hope to be a different person with heightened abilities, which would then allow me to achieve and do all that I want to.

To be honest, I want to read more. I want to feel more in touch with my mind. Hell, I wish I could be more alive. I want to be a genius. The endless information to be drawn upon is the energy of life. I would show off, challenge those around me and watch them quiver with embarrassment as I outwit them. I want my work to be admired. I want to walk into any school, in any country, on any continent and see my work read. I want to stride into an English class and sit, and listen to mediocre minds explain my art to the youth. I would stand and yell, ha, not even close beard face; even if their summation was plausible. I would then skip out to stunned silence.

                If I had no inhibitions my dreams could be reality. I’d write more, not fearing the consequences of my words. I would not fear the lack of validity I expect. I would not throw half-baked symbolism into each piece hoping for recognition. I’d just write and be free to think. If I could do this without apprehension, a genius I would be, but more so, I’d be happy.