I sure wish I had time for fun right now
But I have to get back to real life instead
Funny dreams like traveling or saving the world
Always take a back seat to my daily duties
The bills are heavy taskmasters, driving my life
My mortgage demands its food as do my kids
Deadlines and appointments drain all my time
It seems I’m always putting out fires
And while I don’t enjoy most things I do
This is real life and how it has to be
Dreams and aspirations dwell in imagination
Never permitted to take center stage
I continue on suffering through life
Feeling trapped in a box, my life controlled
Never once thinking my life could be different
Resigned to my fate of quiet desperation
Until I meet a man whose life is quite different
He’s living the life I only knew in my dreams
How is it that this can be his reality?
What has he done that I don’t understand?
I am now open and begin to find out
That my reality isn’t quite as it could be
That it’s the polar opposite of what real life is
Of all that I once knew in my previous life
The change took some time, it didn’t come easy
Because it couldn’t come from without, only within
My freedom came when I finally let go
Of all my stories that bound me to the ground
Enough time, enough money I found I had
Enough luck, enough resources too
Only one thing was I missing before
The belief and faith in myself
I found life isn’t about what happens to me
But lies instead in my capacity to respond
With a change of heart and perspective
My reality now comes from my dreams
I took flight with the other man
And joined him with some soaring eagles
An elite group in the sky, reality attained
I am now living up to my true nature
We look down at the masses and wonder why
Those other eagles complain and walk on the ground
Telling us how the rocks hurt their feet
Explaining why they don’t have the time to fly
They say they have to get back to their real life
They can’t even see their own wings behind them
Or the other eagles soaring above them
Because they won’t take their eyes off the ground
Thank heavens that their story now isn’t mine
I’m lucky to have learned I had the power to choose
I’ll let them live their reality
While I must return to my own real life
–Jason Westlake
Mon., November 6, 2006
