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There are many jobs, many fields, many choices. But there is only one for me and one alone. This one is a job that cares for people through knowledge showing compassion,
All too often Decisions are based on material goods Money, living comfortably, providing for family But Are you happy? Listen to your parents, but carve your own path
They are waiting I am waiting I don't know them, they don't know me, But we are waiting for each other.  I have prayed for them already. I want to be a missionary.    All my life I've
This isn’t some side job that you can pick up whenever you have extra seconds on your wristwatch.   The nebulas of your eyes are always looking, observing each individual
Why do I dream to be a Veterinarian, it’s funny that you asked. A Tiger, A Mother. A Hunter Striped orange and white Totally different from a Deer Who is as though appears Inferior
I want to be an illustrator A children's book decorator I'll see my creations on the paper And that will change my life   I want to be an animator And someday become the creator
I close my eys and visualize my future,  a future where I am taking care of animals,  curing their injuries, making sure they are okay.   Dogs wagging their tails, cats mewing from their cages, 
I'm here, I feel the air fill my lungs my voice fills the stadium where he stood.
Appreciate your wisdom bout the biz' but I think I have a little better clue
My dream job would be: a kid.   Now, that may seem utterly ridiculous. Well, it's "right" to think that, in a way. Experience may say differently to my choice, But first, hear what I have to say.   
This one job, may change my life. This one job, may change your life. This one job,  may change the world.   That one surgery, can take my life. That one surgery,
I will write my dream upon a white sheet With lyrical lines and melodic notes. My heart will be lost within its mad beat, Bursting into the song that I had wrote.   I will sing my dream upon open stage
Drinking her early morning coffee, she's off to her desk jobReaching a hand for a New York City taxi, she is Everything others want her to beA woman like her has always had a dream
Imagine this. A mother in labor with a two year old as her labor coach Did you laugh? That's ok I do too. Except I'm that two year old And my mother's that mother And my brother's that baby 
A bassoon job may change my life, Any job with the bassoon will suffice. I dream and think in bassoon, But I dread keeping it in tune. I would need to practice and dedicate more time,
I look at life as balanced, like there is no right or wrong But bringing up one's identity just plays a different song. Am I the hero, or am I the villain? Does anyone know for sure?
Change Change yourself, Change your environment, Change your world. Change the world. Man, We are all one. All the same, equal Every one of us
Pacing around in delicate circles, tracing the words that encompass the fire The inextinguishable flame that ignites the one desire driving me mad A beautiful and unforgivable dream
To every single thought, burning desireThat prevails in eachBoth the quiet and loud, sound of fireTo complete what has been born.
Dreams from childhood come with princes and princesses. But that dream grows and contorts to fit the mold of reality. Princes become bosses and princesses become bussiness women.
Dedication. Determination. Trust. Passion. That is all it takes. An education. Major in business management. Double major in theatre.   A four year university. That is all I need.
My Words The space before me is blank Bound by nothing but the edge of the page. Skilled fingers move the pencil across the page Leaving a trail of grey marks, By magic they connect together
"Do you know what you want to do?" No, I think nodding Lips shut, mind whirring through possibilities The future is too big, too uncertain for a girl To try to decide what she wants to do for forty years
You sit at the the stained oak desk of God Of Fate He eyes you through his silver-sliver-rimmed glasses Gazes into your soul and the manila-enveloped list of your life In neatly printed, size 12 font  
A job at home, a job so easy. How I wish my thumbs could stay on my greasy space bar.   Typing away, entering my binary code, protecting the cyber world. From thieves and inappropriate sites.
Music, lights, warmed up toes make-up on and ready to show. Passion, anxiety, the thrill of go pointe shoes tied and preparing to throw. Caution to the winds, Heart to the world, Fear out the door.
You know when you're in the car Driving down the same street to the same place To work, school, or home And then you see him You look away guiltily, you think, "God, what can I do?"
I started to care about how I'd look, so I picked up GQ instead of a book. To be on the cover of the magazine, or to be the man behind the scenes. I was inspired, now I'll be,
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" -My child ears were berated by this question "A Doctor or Lawyer, or Undersea Explorer" -Why does it matter?my child mind would wonder  
I want to be a teacher,
Becoming who I am destined to be Will put me on covers of VOGUE It will allot me the favor Of rubbing elbows with Anna Wintor
A beautiful house sits on a hill One that was built from scratch I watched as the owner designed it;
Everyone knows who they were born to be, Some musicians, some teachers, some on TV. However, when it comes to me, Everyone will know my name, sea to sea. It wasn't easy to get there,
If I do not have a job How can I live life How can i support  a wife Then children if they come I call myself a builder of the body I build what God gave me I lift for me As I  love to lift
Running, Climbing, The prince he saves her, Credits, Rolling The ending's closer, story, told and, It's so repeted, Emotional depth, oh so needed,
Life Is What You Make of It   Life is what you make of it Not how much you fake it Not your dress or a stupid zit
Every day that goes by, I think of the man that I wish to be. Though I sometimes forget, I look in the mirror and see, A man with a pen who writes tales of great wonder,
Imagine yourself behind a lens With the power to direct  A film that portrays the future  Or life in retrospect    Imagine getting to hold the clapboard  And loudly yelling "Action!"
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,
My dream job that will completely transform my life path into something beautiful would be to become a Plastic Surgeon! There is no other job more exhilarating than being a Plastic Surgeon.
Change. It is what everyone wants to see in the world. I want it. You want it. He, she, we want it.
  I want to be a diplomat
An obstetrician has a lot on their plate Responsible for bringing in lives But I know this is my fate People say I’m crazy Because of the amount of school Also the debt Ill end up in too
One job may change my life For the better Or for worse I want to be in a job where others can rely on me.  A job where I can help those who need it not just want it.
If I could have just one job, It would to be make a sad child smile. A smile full of sunshine and hope, Something they have not experienced for awhile.   If I could have just one job,
Opportunities and open doors
All I really know   is that my favorite color has always been blue.   As I have grown up in life   it was the sea and the sky that I intrigued me.  
I can make discoveries, just put me up to bat. Finding out what's always there? Just need time for that.   But when you say, "Create something!" that's when life gets fun.
Lost and wandering
A little girl sits at the kitchen table with her Mommy,  Not even five and this little girl always ties everyone's shoes,  She always shares her snacks,  She always loves with all her little heart.
Working at the local grocery store Bagging groceries like it’s my life As I bag, I dream of the future What could life be like if it were perfect?
    It’s been eighteen years since I took my first breath, And between the most recent two, I’ve undergone many debates.
It's just one job.I'll never strike it rich;I'll never make it big. It's just one job.I'll be cursed out;I'll be spat upon.
I was gifted with clever hands,
My mother is a tax preparer My father is an Electrician They been so for twenty five years Still They struggle to keep up with the bills And keeping us alive
One job is all i need, a nurse who doesn't suffer from greed, just the job that i need.
What a job you have there! Magnificent! Outstanding! A dream job surely! It must be the best! Just look at your desk! The zeros on your check! Atop a building! With power and influence!
I seek to create and rebuild to bridge the gap between techonolgy and ourselves in a manner which merges math and physics with a touch of pure intelect engineering will allow me to construct the world
One job that could change everything What could that be? What would change everything, everything? It has to be something important, Maybe not to everyone but important to me.
"I just don't know how you're giong to pay back all these loans." My mother says unfamiliar, like most of my family, with the cost of college. Knowledge Information Books Dollar Sign
I reach for the stars, I will be an astronaut. No one can stop me. 
Theatre has given me so much over the years. It has provided a place where I can freely express myself, without judgement, and I can release all of my inhbitions and fears and
A job that could change my life . A physical therapist, an interesting career. A job that concises of a DPT Degree, a license & compassion with no fear.
I've had this dream since I was eight.
Maybe the mistakes you thought you made, wasn't a mistake. Maybe the person you wanted, wasn't the person you needed. Just because you didn't want something to happen, doesn't mean it shouldn't have happened.
Dream. Having fun.
One job may change my life but, some people complain about too many jobs ruining their life. Taking care of your family being true to yourself, havng your friend's back, paying your bills,
Life is hard no matter what
From Times Square to San Francisco
To be a calamitous novelist, you say? What does that even mean?
To aid those who have fallen, To breathe in the air of knowledge, To know that one made a difference Makes the world so much better.   My life is drenched in sorrow,
The dream of working for myself, Deciding when I get paid, Working when I want too, Owning my own company is my dream.
If I could have one job to change my life, I'd be a geneticist and find the cure to alzheimers.  I'd work in a lab all day, and I'd save the ones with so much love, and passion, and hurt.
Do what you love and the money will follow is what they say. They don't tell you that the road to getting there may be shaky. They don't tell you the struggles, the indecision, the limits you must fight against to get to where you want to be.
I want to ride thru the coastal nightsInstead of questioning my existance under michigan lightsI dont feel real unless it's pretendingI don't want to lose this rushI feel like its ending
My angel, my love, how I love thee, my dear Forever by your side, so no need to fear. You light up my life, you make my heart sing; Your voice is like honey, it makes my ears ring.  
Sunlight flitting across white cabinets and microscope slides A visit to the children’s ward Where they wait with cancer
To help, to endure, and to care, To make the world, noble and fair, To be able to heal the child with grace, To return them to a parent's embrace, To say I assisted children in need,
Tuesday night is writing night Up at Saturday Night Live. The cameras are off, The lights are on, And no one sleeps. Everything’s funny At two in the morning But that won’t matter
I hear your stories and feel your pain as if it were my own. An anger and passion feel my bones as i figure out How? What? What can i do to help you? No, I haven't seen the streets nor have i taken that high
What makes up a nurse? Thick skin and integrity A passion to fight
One job will change my life, To make my life successful, To help others, And make them healthy.   College, do what I have too, too afford it Four years of Nursing school Graduate, Work,
My dream, job would be to be a Pyschiatric speicialist. My junior year of high school i was placed in a Psych Ward for attempted suicide.
The true path forward has long been ongoing. I still anxiously wait.
Alarm Sigh Time for work again. Same Routine Make money to stay alive. Boring Life In this cubicle the beauty outside has started to die. No More Money is my boss.
Scrubs eh Oh, that's what you call these But that ain’t what I call them These things right here I call them my work clothes   Everyday I leave the comfort of my bed Where to?
i live for sunshine,  not in the sky but lighting up faces  like christmas tree lights strung on a tree,  and the star on top is lost in their vibrant eyes.   i live for
The words flow from the pen to the page Then from the page to screen That's what I want to see Words My job would be words Millions of combinations of twenty-six symbols Creating people and worlds 
Let's dream together And build images of a world we never knew. Let's dream bigger And turn our thoughts to tangible, Creatures of day, Rather than imaginary monsters of night. Let's dream together 
To become a savior, to the ones that we call friends, There are ones that we call Veterinarian. They help and heal our furry friends, Both big and small. O how this would change who i am,
Big decisions Different choices buzzing around my head So many, too many They all ask about your future Tell you to pick the standard jobs, take the typical path of life All I can hear are voices
Tears in my eyes, emptiness in my heart, I feel like life is falling apart, Reckless and young, I stick out my tongue, And put up my middle finger   For someday they will all linger
September 4th 1992, commencing day one of employment , this marked the beginning of changing my life, my title; daughter, sister, friend, so many responsibilities, but naturally adjusting,
A scientist A job that could change my life and the world around me It’s what I am Changing the world Doing the best I can Sometimes judged by critics A tree hugger A hippie
The glistening sun shining on my face. The soothing wind that caresses me. I open my eyes to realize that I am discovering new places I've never been to. Feeling the camera strap around my neck.
Hello, class. Salute the Flag.
That one job.... When I was a young girl I dreamed of being a dance teacher Point your toes, chest up, relax your shoulders I just couldn't wait to say it.
I'm waiting for the dayThe day I get that phone callThat emailEtextEviteTo ignite my sensesAnd collide my childhood day dreams of yesterdayWith my childhood mindest of today
  The pride of my family, I've got a tradition to uphold. It weighs on my should. It's what I've been told. Face the opportunity. We're meant to live bold.
The life I once knew is gone, as I leave I realize I am not a pawn. I embark upon my treacherous quest, the one that can lead to worldly rest. College will come and go, although the decision is my biggest foe.
Engineer, mathematician Computer programmer, statistician A job that makes money I can't put my knowledge to waste I wanted to be a teacher But for my intelligence that's not enough pay
Diligent, productive, confident I have the makings of a boss Young mother, broke, in debt But none of the funds to get there Pirouette, leap, shimmy I want to own a dance studio Bussiness, risk, money
African Skies
Golden red days in the meadow do starve, Happy too, the warning of eternal death,  for life is to forever our soul carve, So that we may move on to a new breathe.
I remember grade one When the parents asked "What do you want to be?" Fireman, princess, baker, happy And every person knew their purpose   I remember grade five When the teachers asked
You know that one thing you love more than life itself? That thing you breathe and sleep because it just makes you melt. It's the one thing you would be empty without, your live would be pointless, it's what you're about.
    We dream every night wake up every day wondering to go or to stay.
The blinding lights kick into life,
  A question like any for myself to answer Can I teach because education does not occur When students use school as their battlegrounds   Nihilism hits bravery with irony
Once, I wanted to be in a rock band, Jammin’ on the piano. In my made-up band, “The Treelimbs”   For a while, that dream stood, And I was encouraged to dream, But that’s not what I want to do.
Father’s heart died in his briefcase In a cubicle -  His graveyard. But it fuels my dream, My dream of working at a magazine – And writing my life away, Sharing my words of honesty.
Behind bars the lonely boy wept Behind bars the angry boy kept Behind bars is no place for a kid, but Behind bars is the place where he lives One woman to lead the way  One woman to save the day
"Study" says Mother "Study" says Father "Study" says the brother and the sister And the others   She studies And studies  And studies She gets nowhere  
It is at night that my thoughts speed up, rising and crashing over my brain like an ocean wave knocking at my thoughts. It is then that creativity captures me and  enthralls me in the world of literature that
My dream is making someone elses dream happen. Helping this person become better than they were yesteday. Yes, I know ths does not make money.
Since I was little I didn't want to change lives. But rather have my life changed by others, who don't realize Whats wrong.   Fear, unknown. Never feeling alone.
It's writing with a pen thats lost all the ink, You keep trying but you cant get down what you think, And the thoughts are a flood in the back of your head, You speak up to let them out but noone cares what you said,
Which is important?
A child walks down the hallway, allowing the thoughts of doubt and frustration to fill her mind. She just wants to be different than the lies she's told. A doctor, a teacher, a life changer, her goals. A door slammed in her face, trash thrown at...
The cold wind cuts like a butcher's knife As a faint scent dances on a ruby nose Beckoning an icy heart to home As the first spring sun calls a rose   Something familiar, known from youth
If I had to do one job it would be to be able to provide to the youth a little bit of wisdom given by my scribbled down pictures from the words that I have written.
The is but one job that I want Which I dream of daily, To be a  chef and make a croissant My dream, I imagine gayly. Cooking in the household room Where magic happens in the stove,
Ever since I was a little girl, I always dreamed of owning my own store. A store with clothes, jewelry and more, I always wanted a life full of stylish galore. Fashion has always been a part of my life,
And this is why you are wrong At what cost will this affect them? Compared to what? What hard evidence do you have? I don't mean to put you on the spot? Senator? Senator?
  It is a cold world out there, and there are many people going sick. I do not want to leave this world without making a difference to other precious lives.
What do I want to be?Listen close, and you'll see.I wanna help people,I wanna make a difference.Touch their lives,
Since the age of five, I've known and I've tried, To help others in need.   "Oh doctor, doctor  Please give me some water" --I know who I want to be.   I've always cared about others,
I would walk this  secret path, that no one could see, my signature sound, would make my enemies flee.   My aim  would stay straight, and my hand would be  steady, for when my country calls,
Look around!  What do you see? The good of man-kind? or the wickedness of humans? Life? or death? For justice could take many forms and shapes, but there must be the choosen few to shape it into something more than a mere blob.
As a Caribbean-American I am forever comitted to the hyphen,
Age 4 You can become anything Nothing is stopping you A firefighter, a teacher, a dentist
How are we so comfortable? This earth, this tree of life, one great cosmic network, slowly suffocating, struggling to breathe, to flourish, to provide, this world gives us nothing but unconditional love
As a traveling nurse, I would witness such a wide range of cultures and traditions, from Korea's fashion sense to Spain's Flamenco festivals.
I want to work Where the wind takes me   I want to work Where my efforts can help others   I want to work Where I can be enriched by new cultures Meet new people
I never wanted anything, Of this cold and dark space, Accept to make my way through it,
There was no real winter in the desert. As children, we would stair at the sky And wish that the small white flakes would  Fall from the heavens and kiss our faces, Like they did for the children on tv.  
The beginning of my life shaped the end. Bare bones exposed from under nourishment Made me want to dig myself out of the hole we were living in. From violent nights came a curiosity of those violent actions.
People make connections, families, ties, My dream job would be to help preserve, save lives. Working with patients in foreign beds, Helping them fix things they feel are in their heads.  
From coast to coast, From Heathrow to JFK, I'd run to each terminal just in time to save my day   Screwed up internal clock, The source of this jet lag Well, it wouldn't be such a drag  
I want to change the world There is no simpler task All that is required Is the courage to wear a mask     Intellegence is key In stopping the killing spree
Year after year, class after class, A dull grey ooze of shapeless mass, Squishes through one sleepy ear, But out the other to disappear. Oh, how I wish it were not true,
Day after Day Hour after Hour Time rolls by I'm one step closer Yet so far behind I can see the light  At the end of the tunnel And I'm almost there It's my light My own path
I believe in myselfbut why can't they?photography is my cup of teathey just disagree that's not a real job they stateall of this hate
Ain’t been many jobs I’ve thought I’d like to have, In fact there’s only one I love that I’ve seen, And you know it happens to be directing, film making, It’s putting movies up on the silver screen.
Sitting on the dusty ground; looking, eyes scanning, always prowling for the little black speck. The little black speck that shows life was here, Here fifty million years have passed,
broken young weak ill alone not worth breathing anymore a warmth comes in the cold white coat gentle hands nourishes cares hope        
I've gone through everything. Encouragement; Discouragement. Praise; Ridicule. Advice; Sabotage. You name it, my art has felt it. Then, an opportunity, a chance! A risk, a gamble.
I was a woman drowning in my own tears, bound by the chains of my own depression. No one around to listen to my story and be the ear to my painful confessions.
I stare at the computer screen, Fingers twitching over keys, Thoughts flying as I consider what to do. Within my mind, shadows converse, Speaking of things long gone for them,
My dream job is to work in childcare I desire to be children's support in life before they go off into the "real world" My dream job is to work in childcare I feel the need to help other children suceed in life
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" "An artist," I innocently answered my parents at four years of age. "What do you want to be in the future?"
Everyone deserves a beautiful smile, Help yourself and I can help as well. I'll be your dental hygienest And you will be the patient. The patient that changed my life With your shiny teeth and you.   
My mother always taught me, That your career shouldnt be a job It shouldnt be where your miserable
I could fly a plane,  I could be a chef,
Since I was six, I had a computer.   Computers were so strange. Words and pictures come with a click, Words and numbers I summoned. Soon the computer was an extension.  
"What do you want to do when you get older?"
Since the start of my senior year I had a plan.
For the love of music I need to share it's quality. It brought me a friend and to save a soul.
Filmmaking: Why I Now Have a Story
I grew up with nothing no money, no family, no friends, no future.  It was for those things that I believed I'd be drunk on my couch every night, rather than going somewhere. 
Just a year old when he had his first surgery  Doctors swarmed around him to fix his valve and artery
Oh how I'm looking forward to the future But what if I FAIL? I don't want to be a Loser But only tie will tell  What if I get a job an I don't like it? I guess I won't know until I try it
Life is full of suprises Whether we like it or not We will always have our ups and downs We will always have people that don't want to see us succeed in life
We're all born the same, but we're all not brought up the same. We're all here, yet our only purpose isn't to exist... it's to co-exist. Let's gravitate towards each other, with a helping hand extended.  
Helping victims that have been stabbed with a knife, That's the kind of job I want to change a life. Helping the ones who have been hurt and abused, That's the job I choose. Putting away those child molesters 
Basketball or maybe even football,Two of my most favorite sports,Two of the jobs i would love to do,Running the field or playing on the court. 
I can paint a picture without my hands. I can sing a song without my lips. I can see another world without my eyes. Inside my mind, my dreams run wild. Money and fame seem so mild.
  I sit alone. Half my face in the light. Silence is golden. In it I write. Carving up beauty from letters of might. Lost in the lines. Is it day? Is it night?
The sciences are mostly seen as male-dominated right? Well this woman will shed some light,
Do you know That the universe Millions of lights Glowing bright From such a height  Is in someone As small as me As small as you As big as us 
Lights, camera, action 60 minutes of tough, hardcore, gridiron action.  And there I stand, taking it all in.  Focusing and analyzing each play, remember highlights  and memorizing stats.
Sweat from a man's brow Builds character among his peers Income is a way   A briefcase cracks open Files defined the work at hand Income will provide   The ring of a phone
All my dream jobs allow me to create. To please the mobs who do not wish to imitate.   I, a fashion designer could sew my dreams into something finer, creating my dreams through seams.
Do you ever wonder what it's like to have your dream job? You sit in your bed thinking on and on, What is my dream job?    If  you were me and I was you, maybe we'd have the same dream too
Create a new world  Bring your charecters to life  Live to animate
Applications, Essays, Letters of Recommendation. Hours,  Hours, Hours of work. Work that makes my eyes blurry  Or fingers cramp.    For what exactly? 
If there was one job;  To change my life; I would be a Gamer; Until I die.   The thrill of the chase;  The glee of victory; Immersed in story and mystery.  
A student seeking money am I. To write a poem I will try A career to investigate That will ultimately liberate The author from his misery Trapped inside a dead end job Working from six to three.
If I had a job A perfect one, hopefully in a couple of years It would be As a nuclear pharmacist, finding disease   Pharmacy is a long journey Six years of study I don't mind, I don't care
What makes a dream careerTo each his ownFor we all differIn what makes us feel at home
One job... may change my life.  One person... may change my life. One child... may change my life. One patient... may change my life. One word... may change my life. One cell... may change my life.
In front of thousands of people I had a dream I was singing With my guitar close at hand What an amazing feeling But gosh what a feeling Live performances take courage What is music
One type of job that could change my life is being able to be a psychologist so that be able to one day open a foster house, which is my dream.
IF there was a job, that could change your life, what would you say.   Wouldnt that persuade you to achieve your dream, I mean, who wouldnt want better for themselves   Isnt that why we're here
Awareness The knowledge of the world around us To figure out the mysteries Create a bigger island I visualize myself Expanding our horizons I'll expand the list I'm Carlos, The Physicist
At home, in my sock drawer, I keep a piglet notebook. About halfway through, I have my first worded entry, cappuccino.
With my wild imagination as a child, I thought about what I wanted to be, A princess, maybe a doctor, Perhaps a lawyer or even a writer, The possibilties were endless, The ideas enchanted me.  
Eyes like a shutter Mind like a lense I capture the memories so that they don't fade or blend
Run that extra mile, Pick up those and move them to that pile. Keep up that pace, The goal of this is to finish your race! You look tired, you seem sore But you have to keep giving it more.
Each and every day they say, "You can't do this or that, no way." But still I stand, my dreams in my hand. Not letting their words define me or create me,
When we go walk through the woods we build ourselves like the trees that surround us. 
Science is an international study Enriching our lives,  Making us better Go to the doctor and get a prescription But who made that medicine, Who tested it, Who was behind "the cure"?  
Call me a teacherAnd I will smileI'm not there yetBut that's my goalI want to create smilesOn childrens facesOnce they enter my class room
One Job May Change My Life   From the hours of studying To clinicals and tests Passing my exams And only giving my best   Applying for jobs has never been harder
A job is not simply an occupation, For the name makes it seem so obligatory and mundane. There is not better job for the 90,360 hour duration
Sometimes it takes more than one One job Two jobs Three jobs
With all the confusion and noise, We are trying to find  an escape.  A dark room full with one source of light, sharing with us solutions  to our problems, answers to our questions,
I sat in class thinking it was easy While everyone else failed out. The next year I decided            To take the AP route. I did extra work And took a state-wide test;
Sensational, musical, vibrations fill my ears. The acoustics of the world around me changes with every step.
Not being able to hear.     Not being able to see.          This does not mean you are usless and weak.                      You are still normal to me.                      And I wish to teach you.
Many languages I will speak,Lessons are what I seek.To succeed in future careers,First I must join my college peers.
To be an Engineer must be surrealIt's the blueprint to a science that we can never see or feelIt's almost unfair what a little math can unveilStructures so necessary yet beautifully created for appeal
If I could have a job, what would it be? Would it be the highest chair in my original corportation or the MTV broadcaster for Jenn and Justin's separation? Would I travel the world to photograph earth's beauty?
Imagine swimming in the clear blue waters of Skiathos, Greece, or observing the Mayan temples, even if they're only in piece; Reading the love letters Juliet's wall has come to receive,
I like to help What should I choose?
I am but simple, feeble, and small; but through what I build, I can inspire a light in others of infinite fire. i am but plain, but I can make great and tall, a image of wonder to spark in all
Spark! I can see the spark Come from the eyes and radiate Giving thought Emotion Inspiration All to those eyes in dark Dulled by the world outside I was that Those dull eyes
From sketch to full rendering,
I’ve always dreamt about it. Working at E! I know it’ll be hard. I’ll finish school and get that degree. Hopefully I’ll also travel the world and get my experience. I’ve always dreamt about E! I know I can make it there if I work hard enough.
A dream job? Could eye be an artist? Eye often thought of myself as having a unique viewpoint, but dont we all? Could eye be an archeoligist?
Let me write for you. Absorb my words and remember my name. Search for me through the pages of the black and white print. Adopt what you like of mine, Compliment my style.
I wanted to help the animalsI wanted to save the planet.I kept changing my mind& I didn't understand it.
We hunger and we thirst.Everyone needs to eat. In the kitchen I stand,I cook to serve the hungry. This job will sustain them,Keeping them alive. But they don't know,This job has changed my life.
As the sun was starting to rise on a nice summer day, she woke up. Battling breast cancer, she always kept a smile on her face, but hold up. Changes were about to occur, and maybe not for the best.
I watch my pops get up for work Sunday, too, no time for church Eight hour shifts, back to back He doesn't know how to relax Change my life? No cheats, no thrills I just want a job to pay the bills
There is that one job The job that could change it all That could make me soar To add numbers all day and find their flaws This one dream of mine To be an accountant I shall have to go to school
My dream is to be what most imagine its what most could only dream of what you see in movies.  No my dream is not to be an actor.  My dream is to be a Combat search and rescue doctor 
Music pulsatesin time with my heartresonating through my bloodrattling my bonesWords flowthrough my fingertipsdripping inkstaining pagesIf I could writeabout music
A Dream job, What is it? What is this dream job, That has me cornered so?   Is it the magic of the pen, That scribbles on my soul; Or is it the idea's of imagination,
I wanted to serve others meaning people other than me to let them know  that they are so much more than their disease but how can I show them this love that I have so eagerly to give
Peace is very two dimensional , There comes happiness, And there comes sacrifice, With peace you have to make a sacrifice to achieve happiness, Whether you accept it is your choice,
 The one job that will change my life. That one and only job will be the one I have always dreamed of. Veterinarian Technology.
So, I'm sitting here thinking about growing up.  It's so hard to believe, it's so abrupt.  Working hard,  striving for success.  That one job, you'd believe its the best. 
To share with the world, To share with the people, To share with the person I hold dear.   To share with the rich, To share with the poor,
Growing up a spoiled child, unknowingly. Struggling with degree in hand to find herself.  Struggling with second degree in hand to find her career. Stumbling upon the life of a poverty-stricken self, unknowingly.
The worried looks a diagnosis
I have a dream. One of great proportions And ultimate adventure. I dream to travel the world. All of it. For the rest of my life. Exploring, Adventuring, Dreaming Forever.
When I think about the future, all I do is cringe. I know I couldn't be a doctor with a syringe. I know I wouldn't like to be a race car driver. And I'm not a good enough swimmer to be a deep sea diver.
History has shaped the way we feel, think, and act. Time heals most things, but it doesn't change the past. Many people today, African-Americans especially Have done many things that just aren't necessary.
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