Lyrics for the morning...

"You pester and question my motives for things

But I can't decide what all the answers concede

To be true, to be false

To be checking my pulse

If I'm still alive thinking or acting impulsive

Don't know if I'm still clasping for the high ground

Don't know if I want my voice to make a new sound

I guess you might say it beats living in squalor

But we must not live for the almighty dollar"

Money is not everything
So let's enjoy work today lads
:)
LJM