Everything is Work

Everything is work. 
No matter where I turn, I find it.
And so I embrace it.
My work is work.
My family's work.
My friends and my R&R are work.
And so I will work at each.
I will choose to do the thing I'm doing
And nothing else.  
A good friend once told me 
That you rest when you die.
And that seems true, 
For now I must even work at resting
Or I can't sleep.
And perhaps if I truly work at each,
I'll truly rest
​When that rest comes which is eternal.