One job could change my life
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The world is an open book
each country another page-
as I hide in my cozy nook
I cannot control my rage
I'm stuck in a junkyard, a graveyard, a garden of broken dreams
Full of flowers that never sprouted or maybe tried to but never had a chance.
I walk along the graves of fallen angels who now have grown cold and mean,
The clock ticks seconds away
A sudden ring -
Children scramble for the door,
But not Lily.
I wave goodbye to the others,
All the while pondering the lessons to come.
Will they improve?
One job could change my life.
One job could make a difference in the world that I have come to know. Just one. For once, one job in my life that isn’t working for my dad or house sitting or babysitting.
I will not disappear
I won’t let the sands of time
Drag me down and out of view.
I will rise and and climb
until I've done all I can do.
Grease and grime, I can smell the oil. I can hear the engines roar.
The vbrations now are overwhelming; I know what I was made for.
This amazing world, I've come to know has captivated my gaze.
Since the age of two,
I knew what I wanted to do,
For I knew I was going to change the planet,
I knew I was going to have to nail it,
For many years I've dreamt of many things,
but this job I dream is meant for me.
There may be a shock to which this dream brings,
but when I was a child I had a dog named Lenny.
Just a high school senior looking to make my dream a reality,
Homework and quizzes,
Test after test,
All to get a piece of paper at the end of 13 years saying you've graduated,
Just one day.
Just one smile.
Just one to say,
That i made a change.
Just, one day i wll create somthing amazing,
Just one day, I will create something new.
With just this one job,
