The Engineer

By: Andrey (School of Chemical Eng. and Analytical Science)
Competition Year: 2016
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O how I wish I could be a little boy again
Playing in the terrain,
During a soothing summer rain
With no question in my brain
To pester me every night
Like a blight

I’ve always wanted to know
Why I’m here
Did someone mold me? Like a sculpture by Michelangelo?
Is someone controlling my life? Like a puppeteer?

Fellow engineers said I used to be nothing more than an ape
That there is no such creator who hears prayer
That I am free to shape myself however I like, into any shape
No one care

Knowledge of engineering tells me plenty
But shed naught on my difficulty
Yet I am sure of one thing
Of a celestial being
The universe king
Forever observing, forever designing
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