Reality
The pressures on, so here we go.
Get a career, to make some dough.
A Game designer, I can't get there faster.
I already am, a pokemon master.
Mechanics, physics, chemistry math.
An engineer, chosen, was my path.
It is efficient, I must confess.
My girlfriend's parents, I will impress.
I will enjoy this, I know for sure.
But perhaps I'd like another door.
To truly enjoy what I do.
I'd have to be playing fake kung-fu.
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