Wedding Videographer
Imagine:
A quiet office,
Set off from a living room.
A computer sits on a desk;
Cameras litter the room,
Pictures clutter the walls.
You’ve dreamed since you were small,
though ideas changed along the way,
‘at least you’ll always have a job.’
Questions about school used to cloud in your mind,
but it all figured out,
in the end.
A passion growing since freshman year,
inspiration growing day to day,
always dreaming.
‘A wedding videographer’
people question it,
you secretly love the confusion.
A perfect job,
it allowed so many opportunities,
I just can’t wait…
Till the day I start.
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