We're all born the same, but we're all not brought up the same.

We're all here, yet our only purpose isn't to exist... it's to co-exist.

Let's gravitate towards each other, with a helping hand extended.

"When I grow up..." is something I still think about. 

Have I grown up? Is this what I am? Do I define myself like this?

Who do I want to be? I want to be a visionary, I want to be a humanitarian.

I want to take the lessons I learn daily, and build them to form walls.

Strong walls like concrete. Walls that don't break down. 

I do admit, unlike my envisoned walls, I do break down. 

I break down more that I would like to, but isn't that human nature?

One job may change my life, but what is it?

I want to help my peers, my neighbors build their walls and rise from the darkness.

I want to teach my acquaintances how easy it is to cope, how easy it is to believe.

I want to love my surroundings, and be educated in an art that allows me to do so.

I don't want to be counselor or a psychologist, just for the credentials by my name.

I want to become a service worker, making art out of someone who doesn't see the materpiece within their own frame.