The stress of this workload
Is causing me to go insane.
It's starting to hurt my brain,
Feeling like it's going to burst
And cause eternal pain.
I start to question
At the end of the road,
What would I ever gain?
I close my eyes and imagine
What life would be like
If I didn't abandon
My life-long dream
Of designing stadiums and things
And actually made it happen
In such a fashion
That caused me to put all my passion
Into multiple projects with nice little captions.
I am not "working"
But instead loving the work I do
Because I was one of the few
Who put in the work
Way back when I was in school.
Now I am part of the crew
Sketching out the new stadium
And looking at my life
With a positive and eager point of view,
Thanking myself for not giving up
And for not whispering to my dream a gloomy adieu.
I open my eyes and see the papers
All piled up waiting to be completed,
But now instead of feeling defeated,
I pick them up and greeted
The challenge that was seated before me.
I decided that my hopes were not depleted
And that my fire for my desire
Was just starting to get heated.