I don’t really want a job… I just want to be relevant.

I don’t want the nine-to-five

The everyday corporate dive

The daily grind with colleagues I don’t like

The income I waste on a bike

Societies gaze is a poll I borrow

Relevance beckons me to follow

The sirens call to stand tall

One I struggle to follow and often fall

Oh to make a difference and leave a mark

To be seen and heard and be that spark

To make a living with a smile on my face

Or maybe it’s the dreams speaking; maybe its just a phase

In due time, they all fall into place

In due time I’ll know my place

For anxiety would indeed give way for a higher voice

One that commands obedience, one that makes me rejoice.

Cast all your anxiety on Him because he cares for you- 1Peter 5:7