"All Day Long"

March 20, 2014

You ask me my dream job.

Well,

Somedays, I want to be an

Artist, creating

Lives, People, Realities

All day long.

Somedays, I want to be an

Astronaut, weightlessly

Floating, Calculating, Discovering,

All day long.

Somedays, I want to be a

Teacher, inspiring

Thought, Creativity, Youth

All day long.

Somedays, I want to work full time as a

Kid,

Never growing up,

Never stressing out,

Never worrying,

All day long.

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