Hmm so I ponder and wander and wonder 

What will I grow up to be in is life of mine?

Maybe that doctor that will be saving lives

Or that business owner that will get eaten alive;

By the economy, that invisible leader that we're too blind to see

Pshh, that's not me!

I'm going to grow to be the best man I can be,

Growing physically and mentally, and focusing on what's in front of me

Keeping a steady drive to take care of my family

And I'm always striving to grow spiritually,

Some people call it finding the ultimate reality

Spreading love amongst all of society.

 

I know I'll get questioned about a "salary"

But please don't taint my running battery 

That is running in my head, and reaching unthinkable levels

My love for humanity can not be severed

We were all made to love one another

So I guess you can say my dream job is to love

But that's one thing I can say that sounds too broad

I am going to love, write, and work

And appreciate my time on Earth

 

So could that be called a job?

I mean that's better than the whole mob

Choosing an occupation;

I could get any of that with my future education

As I write and think about this, my mind flies in a joyous bliss

No hand will ever drag me in dark abyss of soullessness 

 

 

So I promise you!

I will not work that nine-to-five that you see everyone do

I am on a viciously awaited mission

To live life in the human coalition