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I wanted to write the world a letter, like a kid would santa claus 

But only that I wouldn't request any from it but to lend ear to my thoughts 

We were created, each with purpose, each with breath, each with desire 

Life can be one man's garbage and to another, priceless treasure... A worthwhile endeavor

What would drive a being past all instinct to live and be happy 

To take comfort in death, isn't far from anyone's understanding 

We've all been there comparatively... The seeming bottomless pit of end's beginning 

So many dreams crushed... So many plans... Goals.. Untouched

We just breathe...

We keep alive... just to live... 

Just an extra in lengthy high budget film 

Just a burning wax candle... In a well lit room 

Burning till our light gets dim... 

Expecting gloom?

Laughable hope...  

Why then were you burning at all? 

Aren't we all?

Just a hollowed space in a space in history... Just routine 

Another pedestrian in that busy movie scene 

Then we die... The one thing we aren't dubious about 

The moment we stop breathing we no longer have doubt

No fear of the unknown, because you currently know fear so well 

I dare u deny this!... Well?... Anyone?... Anything to say? 

You are numb to its allure and you make its constraints your hell 

I know nothing of that secure fear many live in today 

Your eight to four job,kids,failed marriage, no alimony 

The experience of bearing a child... Of love... Has nothing to do with me

My fear is a lot more open, wild and untamed 

It is the starting of a journey... A newborn ignorance along a well known way 

Because.. Of course.. We fear what we know and yearn for what we don't 

We make plans on patterns of some other life whether held by a being or imagination 

Individuality is a futile idea after all the earth is a sphere, been that way since creation

Society is the worse dictator known to us... We beings that are humans 

We beings that are dust... 

The rebels are burnt to the stake..  

And a difference never does that make...

Yes, We are indeed fear's keepers,  

and bravery is for ruin 

Spoken truth present problems 

And we could never solve them 

Ignore what is felt ... Ignore what is seen

The balance we look for isn't between desire and need 

Such slim borders can be blurred and a fusion of confusion occurs 

The heart is treacherous and the mind is imperfect

The balance we seek is clearly between right and wrong 

But balance isn't a choice.. 

We need will to synchronize our mind and heart with our choice.. 

The decision to decide ... The decision to be happy

If we decide our happiness... Where our mind and heart agrees 

We will soon want what we need 

That is true individuality