Dreaming the same dream.
I’m working for a miracle.
When I sewed that last seam.
It made me feel so lyrical.
I have become a creative master mind.
Being an artist is my passion.
To others, I may look redesigned.
I’ve said no more with that mis-fashion.
My dream job is very close to home which is good, I couldn’t face the world alone.
I’ve brushed all I know with my bright pink comb.
I’m smart and I’m brave, boy have I grown.
I ask myself questions, to of course get some answers.
Give me your suggestions, the worlds greatest freelancers.