One Job
Dream Job!
It rings in our minds,
We set eyes towards that,
each with different wants.
Mine is to be a video game designer.
Let my imagination flow out,
see it become tangible,
and see others enjoy what I enjoy.
Let the creation bloom,
it shall not perish.
A sea of vast imagination
waiting to pour out.
Graphics fly everywhere,
characters are born,
plot is made,
and fame brews.
This is my Dream Job.
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