A Volunteer
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What is it to hope, to dream, to wish
In a place where nothing works,
To want to try to fix
A hole with little corks.
That, I think is the problem,
A glass that is full of holes
With water leaking to the brim,
Like a child with a lost soul.
I just want to fix the broken
Or create a thing that will never break,
I know I can,
I just wonder how much time it will take.
Because noticing a problem takes instruction,
Filling a glass takes work
It takes dedication
It takes making a cork.
But what kind of cork can fix such a dysfunction?
And how much effort would that take?
People speak of problems as concauctions,
Or as a sacrifice for other people's sake.
The only difference is,
This is who I want to be,
I want to fix this.
I want people to see
I want to enstill hope, the want to dream, to wish
I want to make a place where everything works.
I want to show others how to fix.
I want to give people the corks.
This is what a job means,
Especially as an engineer,
It means to give others dreams.
It means to make a means
It means to be a volunteer.