You

This page.
This limited amount of space.
I have to stay in the page, in the lines, on the paper.
Everybody does that, it's like everybody has to be perfect.
But how.
Because nobody can be perfect no matter how hard they try.
People say nothings impossible.
That's not true.
Because know one.  Not a single person can be perfect.
If we were all perfect, we would all act the same.
All be unoriginal, not unique.
Imagine.
You were playing soccer.
The defender would know what you were going to do, how you were going to get around them.
Or, writing.
Every single person would be writing the same thing.
Everybody would like the same foods, the same sport.
They would all have the same hair style.
The same color eyes.
The same room design.
Same dream.
If everyone had the same dream, how would anything get done.
How would we move on.
How would we revolve,
When everything is so boring and dull.
So why fit in,
When you were born to stand out.
Create.
Imagine.
Wonder.
Dream.
Be you, and only you.
Don't limit yourself.Don't be contained.
Be free.