One Job May Change My Life
In a new studio
twenty miles away
from my brick-red front door
inventive twists and
creative ideas begin
in a few young minds, not one the same
yet they collaborate
and work together
to make the world new.
And next year I will
join with these few, to
leave my mark
on this new world,
with my ideas
and thoughts, I will change the face
of wherever
my pen, paper, and
I travel, as we
cross the globe
and back, the world
will never be the same
again.
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