I'll look forward to that fervor,
And I hope you'll feel it as well.
That enthralling rush of ardor
Which no amount of work may quell.


We're working on a deadline here,
Though I'm sure you're aware.
Let the pressure excite you, my dear,
And may death you never despair.


Life is repulsive and glorious,
And you won't have ecstasy forever.
This isn't a fight in which you'll be victorious;
Rather, it's more of a personal endeavor.


What do you want to be?
What shall you do?
I think we'll both agree
That your happiness is long overdue.


Take a deep breath,
And hit the ground running.
You won't outwit death,
But you can give it a run for its money.