I don't own Naruto.
Auto-pilot is On
My legs are moving but O don't realize I'm walking,
My mouth is open but I don't realize I'm talking,
I smile and laugh as if on cue,
And feel as if I haven't paid my dues,
I allow myself to be stereo-typed and categorized,
But then I finally realized,
Auto-pilot is on and is getting harder to shut off,
It's beginning to become like a hacking, rasping cough,
That's embedded deep in my chest,
Maybe I should forget it and lay my thoughts to rest,
I'm feeling weary but I must carry on until my alarm clock rings,
Like a sparrow during winter that sings her song of spring,
The controls have slipped from my fingers, I can't stop,
Until I crash and drop,
Into nothingness, oblivion, routine,
Things that crush my creativity and demean,
My sense of self and sensitivity,
To the things around me that live and breath,
In which the recklessness of life bubbles and seethes,
Unto a liquid fire that I feel,
That's the only way I know I'm real,
And in control of my own destiny,
Who cares what the stars say, I live my life for me,
And control everything that I can,
I just want a smooth flight, please understand.
That sometimes I have to coast and turn auto-pilot on,
That doesn't mean I'm gone,
I'm there but this is just a mask,
That's suited to complete any task.
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