Noise Floor

Always on the run. The wheels are spinning and everyone's grinning At each other. But no one really smiles So much is waiting to be done. But we sit idle waiting for something or someone And tomorrow we'll be right where we left off today We're so busy we achieve nothing at all Too much of a noise floor We either hurry or we stall Just where is the escape door? Distraction isn't what we need. But there is so much noise Perception is destroyed And still, we must cope with what we have We're so busy we achieve nothing at all Too much of a noise floor We either hurry or we stall Just where is the escape door?