Sitting at the edge of the windowsill, sitting, waiting, wondering who I'll be.

Who would come here next to me, if I was grown and tall. 

Who would I be after facing a few falls.

Striving, reaching upward. 

Climbing the ladder of who I want to be. This is me. 

This is my passion.

Dreaming of a world that I wouldn't clash in.

Finding a way to fix the earth, restore it's worth. 

This is my story.

This isn't phony, this is my dream. One thing I could scream, 

across the rooftops- making an impact, creating a new track... To travel. 

A new machine to undo all the bad the world has seen. 

A concept so new and adept to the surroundings, it's astounding. 

Here I am.

Playing along to the tune, not of others, but one of my own. 

When I'm grown,

I'll make a difference here, with my career. 

I'll be an engineer. 

And my dream. Along with the window sills and the excited chills, and the hopes of what I am to become.

Will make impacts of growth among the world. And among myself.