Stubbing Our Toes on the Standard Bar Lyrics

A herd-like existence
Goals are consistent
The standard bar set so low
The mass stubs its toes daily

But some put off the rush
Side step away from the crush
And seem to enjoy life
Without the fear of failing

But winter is coming
Have you gathered your nuts?
Or can your conjure last minute magic
To ensure you have just enough?

Creating in one sleepless night
With perfection and style
What it takes other monotonous days
Of drudgery ankle-deep in mire

Stubbing our toes on the standard bar