He who must not be named???

Ever wonder why in solitude I dont talk to anybody?
In the wilderness, I seek, I pray, I hope,
Asking straight from heart to the poignant self,
When I wake each day, before work or play
I talk to you,I solicit you,
Lot of questions that linger in my heart,
What is happiness? Such simple yet complicated word ,
No word can exactly match it,
Hoping that through the chilled breeze is your muted response,
Answering my senile queries,
Sometimes I sit and wonder,
Why do I always have to bother,
To question myself and you,
Its bcas I want to be you,
Yearning for creating, taking responsibility,
For the pettiness around,
Engulfed in the mundaneness I rarely understand,
The care that I get from you,
The hope I could seed the future I could create,
The dreams I could dash the lives I could ruin,
Simply make everyone smile, make a sundry of emotions vanish,
Why dont you destroy the seeds of despair,
I know its muddled,
To know you I should first know me,
If you are so complicated why make me the same???
is perhaps the only question I wanna ask!!!!