One Job - The Master Builder

There's a light at the end

Of this tunnel of trusses

And bridges to cross

By taxi and busses

But somebody has to

Design it all first

That master's degree -

It makes my mind thirst

 

The road will be long

But the scenery's nice

Museums to my left

Golden fields to my right

The scholarships build

And the colleges watch

But the builder I see

Has a lot to unlock

 

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