Pressure

What am I going to do The future is terrifying Time has come Every tick of the clock Is one less tock on my life Predestination No coincides But where Who When Why What am I going to do Everyone is watching How can I do what they expect There is everything I can do But nothing it's what I am doing I arrive at the same places See the same people Though faces unidentified A job is just a word Money is a possession In which the world revolves Amongst the eternal frontier There is no end Like our universe no wall That just ends the universe If there were What's beyond There can't be an end Otherwise we would be in a box Money is the same Nobody is happy or could ever be This world was never what it used to be It can't take the pressure I am but a star in the sky About as special as another blade of grass Landscapers are on their way There is nothing I can do Only if I had more time