Dream Job
Since I was small, people have asked me
"Logan, what is it you want to be?"
My answers would change, year after year,
And for a long time, nothing was clear.
Then one night, I looked up to the stars.
I thought about Spirit, roaming Mars.
I dreamed of Voyager, in deep space,
And it brought a smile to my young face.
I wanted to send something up there.
Something different, something quite rare.
From that day on, I knew what I'd do.
I would probe space, with the NASA crew.
Searching for life, and taking samples
Of rocks and minerals, for example.
They need engineers to build the ships,
And I want to help them make the trips.
Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, far,
I want to know just how small we are.
To build a ship and send it to space,
That's how I'll better the human race.
My dream job is to study the stars,
And send a rocket straight towards Mars.
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