I wish I could spend a week, or even a day being you.
I want to know how this world seems to you
What makes you smile
What makes you cry
How all these noises sound to you
Why you don’t like eating ham
And why you love mince so much
Why playing with letters is one of your favourite things
But putting them together to make words seems.. well I guess scary to you?
I wish for this so I can really understand you
So I can understand why you dislike so much that brings others joy
And how things Bring you joy that I don’t understand why
I want to bring you all the joy possible
But how am I meant to when I have no clue what it’s like being you
Or what is going on in your little world.