The main concept of this poem is what I believe, but there are flawed points in this piece that don't quite fit my honest point of view. While what I really want is a world like my own, on earth rather than mars, muggle rather than wizard, vampire, or mythical being at all, I don't believe in utopia. I don't want to live in a perfect state of peace- because once you peak you decline, but I want to live, myself, in a utopia that I create. My utopia is to love myself, to be happy with my life, to be in perfect mental and physical health along with my family and everyone around me, and so much more. That's my utopia, really. So I don't believe in the world living in harmony, but I believe in everyone living in their own specific utopia. Wow, what is this? What is my life.