Autopilot.

I know I’m supposed to be the maker of my own destiny.
They say every action shapes what’s meant to be.
Discipline, they promise, will open the door.
But nobody told me that routines can feel like a chore.

I’ve been on autopilot for so long
I don’t remember how to switch it off.
I blink, and suddenly it’s already noon.
I sip my tea, and night arrives too soon.

Nobody told me time bends this way
Too fast to hold, too slow to stay.
I’ve been on autopilot for so long, it seems
I forgot how to live the life of my dreams.