I pursue this career,
To speak softly but carry a big stick
The sun is speaking to me,
Unfolding it's wrinkles.
Humanity is faced with an existential-
Problem.
Death, Destroyer of worlds
I pursue this career,
To write the blueprint
It only ends when it ends.
Stones to dust, morbid yet heavenly
Whom displays such power.
Wire begins to curl.
Seeds begin to blossom.
The atom and all of its beholding's
Is awe inspiring
Reminiscing of the olden days
I sometimes peer upon the stars
For which do I respond?
I pursue this career,
To be the only one
I face the ever impending train,
into the soft blue sky.