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One Job, One Dream


One job, one dream.

That’s all that I need.

Because I can’t stand

The life you want me to lead.

I refuse to sit at a desk.

I can’t be “normal” like the rest.

I was meant for something different

Something unique and rare.

Something that will benefit me

And something that I can bare.

One job may change my life

And I know just what that job may be.

The perfect job for me I think,

Is a career in the music industry.

As I look around,

All I see are people that say they believe,

But don’t truly believe in me.

People don’t think I have a plan

Think my head is in the clouds.

But in all honesty,

I have the passion and the drive

To make my dream a reality.

I want to sing and dance on stage

I want to please the crowd.

I want to bring good music to the world

With a message to scream and shout!

I want the world to hear what I feel

And I want them to feel the same

I want the world to understand

Where I’m from and from where I came.

 I want my name in shining lights

On top of the marquees

And if I can’t get these things,

I want to help someone else

Fulfill this dream.

I can see myself

Managing other acts.

Putting out music

That will make you dance.

Music that will make you feel

Any and every type of way

Music that will be there for you

When everyone else goes astray.

One job, one dream.

That’s all that I need.

To live the life

I want to lead.

I would love to be involved

In any way, shape, or form,

Of creating great music

That can sooth the soul.

Music.

My first and forever love.

I can only see myself

Doing what I love.

I want to wake up every day

Loving my career.

I want to enjoy the work, sweat, and tears

That I put into this fear.

The fear that I won’t be a “success”

That I won’t be financially stable.

The fear that I’ll be a disappointment

To those who told me I was able.

I want to move past these fears

And be my own version of success.

I want to live each and every day

As a person who is beyond content.

One job may change my life

And I know just what that job may be.

The perfect job for me I think,

Is a career in the music industry.

 
 
 
 
 
 
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