Poem reflecting on the struggles of recruiting student participants for research activities.
Written by Chat GPT-Open AI, Edited by Kemi Kesington
Upon the sea of plans, I set my course, A bold researcher, with dreams to endorse. But winds of change, they blow my way, Guiding me where the tides may sway. The cast is raised, the call proclaimed, Yet no takers, no crew is gained. The harbour of certainty left behind, As I reach an island, with no treasure find. The map I held, now fades from view, As destiny unfolds, a different hue. My sails adjust to the shifting breeze, A dance with fate upon the open seas. With discovery fading, courage sinks, But the stars above they whisper hints. A compass of faith in the uncertain night, I steer my ship towards the changing light. Plans like currents, they ebb and flow, In the vast expanse where dreams may grow. Flexibility, the sailor's creed, Adapting swiftly to the twists we need. The search expands, the stakes rise high, A shifting canvas beneath the skies. Embracing change with a weathered grin, For in the unknown, new horizons begin. So, let the winds of change propel, This vessel of life, where stories swell. Amidst the waves of the great unknown, I find my course, my plans overthrown. In the wake of change, a sweet serenade, A symphony of chance, a ballad played. For in the dance of plans rearranged, A sailor finds beauty, in sails exchanged.