Where are my Polycarbonate Lenses?

Located deep within an abyss
I reach for my lab goggles
For they would be the only thing I would miss

 

They are always on my head
Or sleeping next to me
Right beside my bed

 

They leave distinct marks on my nose
But it's better than chemicals splashing
Into my eyes sockets I suppose

 

As I mix and stir
My goggles protect me
For I have many more experiments to endure

 

Curious and stern
The antifog on my goggles hold true
As I watch the flame gently burn

 

As day turns to night
In amidst of discovery
My lab goggles stay despite 

 

To get off this island would be my incentive
As my passions to become a scientist are extensive
For I would not cease to be without my polycarbonate lenses

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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