A roaring engine propelling me,
Through the dark,
Through the light,
Through my greatest plights.
At a glance,
It seems nothing but a pointless dance.
It is a marvel of precision.
My Mother gives much,
Advice, motivation, and care.
My Father as such refines it,
Giving wisdom, experience and discipline.
My siblings and I turn reinforcement into result,
Learning and growing under their guidance
As it may seem,
Is merely controlled chaos.
For every precise power stroke,
There is a minor flaw.
And while the engine isn’t finetuned yet,
One day it will be.