Future
I was gifted with clever hands,
I was gifted with a capable head,
I was gifted with possibilities,
but all I wanted was a purpose.
I don’t need to save the world,
I’ll that to the leaders there.
I don’t need to save everyone,
I just want to save someone.
There is much hardship on this road,
more obstacles than I had imagined.
There are much more that I need to learn,
and so much more that I need to discover.
I am willing to dive into the unknown,
I am willing to withstand the burden.
Medicine will be my assistant,
and the scalpel as my right hand.
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