I was a student roaming through thoughts,
always getting lost in the alleys
Of people's words,
Their sentences were cities I wanted to visit,
And I did, I visited these cities via my thoughts,

Though My thoughts were the feet that walked me through their cities,
And their cities were the ideas that captivated me with their beauty,
I was amazed at their grandeur, that I became a tourist to capture the monuments of their truths with my own hands, as if these hands held a camera, capable of capturing what others could not see.

But even then, I still could not make an album of the pictures that I took,
my pictures became collages, mixing one with the other, creating a whole new complete passage, or picture I should say, one that everyone could admire with their eyes, but one that wasn't real to the naked eye, nor one that anyone could touch, unless we all worked towards constructing it for ourselves.