\"Tell me. What is the best poem ever?\"
\"Look around\" I say
\"No, no not what\'s the best piece of art.
What is the best poem ever written?\"
\"Look around\" I repeat again
\"I think you are misunderstanding what i am saying.
I am asking, in your expert opinion,
What poem that has been written is the best that\'s ever been?\"
\"Look around\" (\'Ah another muse\' . I think)
\"Now look! Are you being deliberately obtuse?
This is a serious question for me.
Do you understand what i am asking you?!\"
\"Yes. But do you understand my answer?
Look, around\" (this is it)
\"What do you mean?
All I see are trees in a park, people walking by. Nothing special\"
\"Look again. (here comes that moment) I see life trying to embrace the wind,
All the beautiful cosmos in a leaf,
Myself as a stranger and my heart dancing to a secret beat.
I see all the wonder that words were created for.
I see what\'s now, what is to come and what was once before.
What is the best poem ever written you ask me?
I can\'t tell you.
It hasn\'t been completed yet.
But what i can say is
We, are all a part of it.
Just...... look around.\" (Now he gets it)