Hi! So I don't even know what this is... it's just a little thing I came up with on the spot. Sorry if this sucks... I kinda just panicked cuz I haven't really been active very much lately (oops!).
One day when I grow up I'm going to be an architect.
I can see the buildings around and look down at all the tiny ant-like people down below me,
Feeling majestic as I stand atop my own great works.
Of art, in its own way, and it speaks just as beautifully.
One day when I grow up I'm going to be an architect.
I will endure the long, grueling hours of drawing and designing every day,
To finally be able to stand tall and proud when they put the finishing touches on a building.
My building, that I brought to life. Wouldn't that be grand?
One day when I grow up I'm going to be an architect.
The beautiful structure of columns and arches fascinates me.
More permanent than anything else.
When I die, the forever-standing buildings are a constant memory of me.
One day when I grow up I'm going to be an architect.
Architecture is hard. But I'm willing to give up my life,
Because I love it. The excitement and the suspense of seeing buildings constructed.
The happiness welling up inside when yours is created. It almost has a big fat stamp with your face on it.
Why would I be an architect?
Architecture is beautiful.
It gives off its own sort of music,
Humming it through the ground in which it set its roots in.
Spreading throughout everywhere,
Saying, sing with me.
Come with me.
We can see magical things.
My name is Annabeth Chase.
One day when I grow up I want to be an architect.