The Future of My Dreams
My passion overtook me,
My dream-job lies in wait;
Preparing to be captured,
Ready for me to take my place.
A professor in the making,
Just below my surface clear;
One day I will get there,
One day I’ll say, “I’m here!”
School is my compulsion
So for now I must strive;
For to get that wondrous dream-job
Through my education I will arrive.
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