Observational

Back and forth
through my mind all day.
What I need to do,
and how I need to get paid.
In a dead end town,
With everyone competing for ground.
The steps I take,
roll back just as fast.
So I sleep all day,
and waste my time smoking grass.
Conceptualizing, about ideals that will never be set in motion.
It's a slow moving world, dragging you down to the ocean.