So you sweat your whole life out looking for something you found
In the city you moved to, you move slow with me.
I don't think a chance of place can change a person
So you dive into an uncertain ocean current
So you dive into the vacuum inside your head.
You dive into your head and pretend this wait is over
Overhead you've slipped into the deep end, the seabed.
You've developed such a strong sense of self
You should spend more time with those books on Action and Praxis
I've tried to spell this out, you're always preoccupied
But you still insist your just getting by
Was this weight always on your shoulders?