The question is:
To play, 
or not to play.

The only thing we can do 
is play,
Even when destroyed,
Even when torn apart into pieces,
We must play.

When you're playing,
Play for someone.
Play for something, 
Play about something. 

The heart has a melody,
Once you dicover it there is no going back.
Let it take you.
Do not resist.
Because sometimes
It has the power to heal the most dangerous wounds of them all:
The wounds of the heart.

                  - a poem by many different hearts, staying strong when the world is cruel