A Future Architect
It's difficult to understand
The challenges that are at hand
In an age where innovation
Always seems to be outdone
While not perfect in every way
There is one craft I can convey
My creativity duly
Where I feel like I'm happy
Designing structures is my joy
Bridges, trusses, towers, oh boy!
It is my zeal. It is my passion
It's where I want to take action
I want to be an architect
I want to put my name in the market
I want to make my dialect
I want to be an architect
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