My meaning has become a question
what once was so determined,
i now wonder of its validity.
Of its existence.
I drift silently through life,
trying to feel
moving without motion,
autopilot has become my new setting
Saying what you want to hear,
doing what you want to see.
You have become my answer,
to a question i never thought i'd have to ask.
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
My meaning has become a question
what once was so determined,
i now wonder of its validity.
Of its existence.
I drift silently through life,
trying to feel
moving without motion,
autopilot has become my new setting
Saying what you want to hear,
doing what you want to see.
You have become my answer,
to a question i never thought i'd have to ask.
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