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
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