Busy busy busy

Sitting in front of a glowing box
Typing words that make no sense
Might as well have a head of rocks
Need to see life through a different lens

Stressing, thinking, spinning wheels
Wonder why I'm digging in my heels
Do I really need to change my life
Meant to walk the edge of a knife

What do I want from all that I see
What should I do to get it
I never will if I just sit here
That much at least should be clear