can't you see it?

constant poetry in my head, can't you see it? it's there in every reflection off the sun, the very sky that lives above us, life is beautiful; we are all connected. a girl appreciates what most men can't, they see a crazy dreamer, lost. but what's really there, people have lost sight of, I can say look at the beuty and they'd say there's nothing there, but it's the very moment, the essence of the picture. my family is surrounded by this, they've lost what life is really about, the happiness, the fun. how did i become so different from the ones who I've always known? I have always been like this, do they have it too? is this today's world: crazy, or is it a unique brain?