From compounding potions in sterile air,
To worlds when colors dance upon the screen -
A departure from a path so linear
To realms of art, where dreams are pristine.
No longer bound by formulae and pills
I trade the mortar and pestle's chore
For brushes, pens, and digital skills
To weave enchantment, woven to unbore.
With every stroke, imagination soars
As stories unfold, vibrant and alive,
In animated motion's boundless shores
Where creativities, encapsuled, thrive.
Farewell, pharmacy, with platitudes depart
Embracing this journey, a work of heart.
-- Burma Shave
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