Barely containing my
joy
I raise my head up
high
A world of
opportunities
Awaits my arrival
Scores of paths to
choose from
Each being one of a
kind
My hand
struggles
To paint a canvas
Bring forth the
colors
No one has seen
before
My fingers type
infinitely
Resulting in
intricate webs
My eyes see and
observe
The mind's racing;
impulses rush
Problems are endless
So is the process
Of giving births to
solutions
Whether it's the sky
or the ocean
The Savannahs or the
deserts
My brain processes
it all
Every minor detail
Is decrypted, or
made into a whole
No matter where I go
It never fails to
fire me up
No matter what I
learn
The feeling is
awesome
As I learn I connect
With my predecessors
And create and leave
a legacy
For the owners of
the future
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