With my two hands I've been working,
Creating blisters and sore,
Contracting each muscle,
Down to each core.

The simple work that needs power and strength,
Where your psyche and physique are combined to extend.

With my two hands I've been reading,
Trying to grasp,
On each word in each booklet,
To the profundity it has.

Absorbing and digesting each paper till the end,
Creating a thick net of neurons,
So the mind can comprehend.

The fascination it holds, is with both tasks well spent,
Exhaustion but fulfillment can result in the end.

With my two hands I've been trying,
To align myself straighter,
To the urge in me to think,
And the urge in me to labour.

The combination it seems,
Is the way out.
The combination it seems,
Is what leaves me no doubt.