Education
Education is my inspiration.
I teach myself skills for navigation,
from the greats before me.
They inspire me to aim high,
through their guiding
tales, tips, and tricks.
I sit in awe at their expanding sucess,
and take notes on the path the carved
in the land of opportunity.
Here I sit, absored to the brim with their
knowledge, creativity, and strength.
Dreaming and yearning just to inch a little closer,
and repeat this cycle over for the generation of the future.
I am inspired by
the ones ahead of me in this industry.
But drawn to continue to run,
from those that are yet to come,
so that they can be educated from what I've done.
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