Continuously, they seem to tell
"The field you dream of won't treat you well"
But this is my dream so I will not comply
To their incomprehensible cries.
Interminably I've heard,
But someday they will eat their words
Artistically, I am inclined
Psychology, a study of the mind
And I want them both combined.
The pay? The Pay
Money has a way
of corruption, of tearing apart everything
In it's way.
For it keeps these dreams from coming alive,
No.. It's not a dead end job if you feel alive.
So much in my life has made me realize
Letting people express themselves is the real prize
Whether it's a listening ear,
Or an open heart
It can keep fragile things from falling apart
For all I desire is the ability to give
Others a new start,
And a way to express the difficult things
Through which they must live
I want to use
All this love I have to give.