A Windy Road

February 23, 2014

Running down the road my goal is sight,

Littered by turns, enclosed by hills, I know this will be a fight

Challenges up to my chin, potential failure around the bend,

Will i be ready when my career finally begins?

Yet I cease to stop, I will not deter,

For I am wearing a labcoat, linking all the seams of my dreams,

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