Ower world if full of posibiletys

So much so that we are blind

Blind to all that stands right infrount of us

In the ledgends of old

Men spoke of mystical beings

Creatures so magnificent they wher not beleved in

Dragons, Vampires, Werewolves, Griffins, and winged horses

All scoffed at the notion of

But the entire western civilization was built on such myths

How can we denie them

Yet why do they still fasinat us

If they do not exist

Why do they haunt ower imaginations

Shaping every idea

Helping to predict the unthinkable

Giving us something to belive in

From a little kid's imaginary friend

To a architect desigening a skyscraper

The creatures that we say don't exist

Are we positive that we are right?