I wake every morning living my dreams
Anxious and excited to go to work
Propelled forward by my mission and vision
With energy sufficient to go to the moon
I used to be enveloped in daily duties
Dreading my work, as a robot functioning
Dragged forward by my fear of no money
With scarcely the energy to roll out of bed
But now life is surreal, I enjoy it too much
I can’t distinguish between work and play
I live in my purpose, it’s greater than me
Struggle has left me, worry ran away
No challenge or obstacle overcomes me
All concerns and problems seem to work out just fine
I’m exhausted and beat at the end of each day
Content and happy with the work I’ve just done
Whatever happens, what detours may arise
I know I’ve done my part, and trodden the path
I’ve stayed true to myself, following the plan
No greater joy comes than from doing my work
–Jason Westlake
Mon., November 27, 2006
