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It’s not about the best known making 

Nor the contribution your willing to be taking 
It’s an object projected from the past 
More an action whose energy will always last 

A small little girl, no older than five 
Sat in her room, wanting to cry 
She stood herself up and scanned the view 
Knowing very well, just what to do 

She began to arrange what she had seen 
The mess her mother had told her to clean 
Her environment of toys and comfort galore 
All seemed so unreal when stuffed in her jour 

So everyday she let them out 
Gave each a name, a history, a route 
Each to reach the dreams she dreamt 
To see the outcome of each attempt 

She wrote in her journal, each eye’s hue 
And every character had made it through 
They succeeded in accomplishing their goals and dreams, 
Their teamwork and generosity sowed any ripped seams 

All of this has lead me to believe 
How to choose a career to achieve 
It’s not the best salary, that helps you survive 
It’s simply an answer to the question 
“What have I loved since before I was five?”