auto-pilot.
i feel like i'm always moving
from parking lot to parking lot
never stopping to see anything
just all the time going and
i'm never where i am looking
for the next destination knowing
when i get there that
it will not be the right place
and i find myself asking the question
how did i get here
way more than i could have imagined
so what do you do when your questions
only fall on your own deaf ears
and somehow plot on trusting
a redirection of route is at hand
and a gentle female voice suggesting
turn right in point-two miles but
you pray that the next parking lot
will afford a home for you but
then you remember that real homes have driveways.
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