Building a Foundation to Tomorrow

One job may change my life,

as I transition from my ongoing strife.

This job I know, will be something special,

Surely not a dead end into which I will settle.

 

This job of mine will feed my soul,

make me feel whole,

this, my one and only goal,

as life continues to take its toll.

 

I will give myself the materials I will need,

in my mind, I will plant the seed.

Clear the space to draw my grandest ever plans,

To think it all came from mortal human hands!

 

This job will build me up sky high,

and remain standing long after I die.

This dream of mine will have me set,

as I transform into an Architect.

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