Autopilot

Operating through a haze

Going through the motions of the day

My body moves

My mouth speaks

My mind thinks

But it all melts into the haze

Do I have the power to fight through the gray

Be present during the day

Yet all I want to do is lay

But I still go through the motions of the day

Saying only what I must say

Doing only what I must do

Consumed by the haze

As I move through the day

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