Physicist

April 29, 2014

Through books and tests

Through research and fate

My friends ask me

My peers as well

Through the mysteries of life

I will forever roam

Though I am just a tiny little girl

I will search

I will study

The physics of the expanding universe

And wonder forever

How can something so chaotic

Still stand true?

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