Autopilot

Picking up a lot of those run-on sentences lately... so ummm... An exciting new development has come to my attention in the form of a series of flickering thoughts and images that complicate and berate the late agitated memories I’ve slowly been piling into a fresh new hole made of smaller little holes dug out of fresh black earth soaked and spongy from the rain that keeps on falling in my brain like a shower made of pain with my emotions staying tepid and quiet, mild and silent, distracted and divided, yeah, exciting new developments according to some because apparently it looks awesome when I struggle to juggle multiple tasks and unreasonable asks for an audience of acolytes wondering just how I continue to do it and push through it while not succumbing to the “Yes ma’am” and the “Yes sir” and “hold the red tape here” and “good girl” that comes with time and experience and wondering when they are expected to press the right buttons while their worth is measured quietly from a sizzling blue screen filled with tables and rows and columns and numbers made of wishes and promises to some stupid little customer that sets the standards for how fast and how good you are at making a dream come true- And let’s just say, as a fellow number, I could do that for you- It’s just autopilot I keep moving my hands and scrolling through the plans On autopilot If you calibrate it right, and you train it up nice Your autopilot Can let you shuffle through a daydream Like seconds through a sunbeam Autopilot It’s just autopilot, autopilot- autopilot- auto-auto– Automatically I move like a robot through my shift and shift my brain through grinding gears grinding workloads as I drift along a stream out of the conscious me outside the visual acuity of everyone on duty to berate me to subdue me so I keep on chugging on like a good little droid stacking boxes, my metropolis of effort and efficiency, a pile of non-delinquency, behavior in a box made of numbers played at frequencies beyond my range of caring to the tune of someone else’s dream I didn’t really agree to the promises they made to you, but I guess, as a shiny number, I could probably do that, too- Ughh... It’s just autopilot Shutting down the loud demands, yes, I keep moving my hands On autopilot I got it trained to be the best, for a modicum of rest My autopilot Is keeping the time, holding the line, I just wanna feel fine in my Autopilot It’s just autopilot, autopilot- autopilot- auto-auto– Autopilot- autopilot- auto-auto– autopilot- autopilot- auto-auto– …