Autopilot

Autopilot. Moving without a motion

Emotional coasting, suspended in time, I'm floating

Some doors open, the ones I want closing

Blindfolded, picking a path, hope the right one's chosen

Lost the spark that was planted up in my heart

Now I'm sitting in the cold, and everything seems so dark

Like a power outage, out of my mind, and out of park

Gears stuck, pen ran out of ink before my mark

Art, feels like the savior like the arc, forgot my waders

Tryna tread, in over my head, save life for later

But what happens when later becomes the past