Answer:
One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
A hole in a pole, though I fill a hole in white. I'm used more by the day, and less by the night.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
What I am filled, I can point the way. When I am empty. Nothing moves me. I have two skins. One without and one within.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?