Time

If I had the chance to sit down and use time for anything, I would write a book. A book about life, success or failure, religion, maybe fantasy, or science fiction. I would like to sit down and write. A paper to talk to, it listens and listens. I could organize my thoughts, and reflect my feelings, I could share my successes, and choose to look over my failures. Anyone who read the paper would only know what I told them, and so I can choose to be whomever I please.

If I had the time to do whatever I wanted, I would turn into a pencil, and write.