New Eyes Poem by William Baez

I'd love to see through new eyes one day.
And live out a day as someone else.
Would I be kinder or smarter to the people I meet?
Would I be more cunning and colder to them instead?
It would be nice to think of new thoughts, and be called by a different name.

To live in someone else's world without a care for your own.
The sun might look different, the sky maybe wouldn't be as blue.
Even the things I loved; writing and the like, wouldn't look as good.
And then, wrapped up in my new perspective, I'd like to meet myself.
In his entirety, or lack thereof.