Running through the motions

Lately I've felt like I'm on auto-pilot - just passing the time away. Sitting, wondering, thinking, contemplating, deciding, wondering, wishing, hoping, dreaming and lusting all the things I once thought was 'life'. But life is beyond anything we could put into words. Some say life is just living, but that's not true - living is living - life is extraordinary.

Dripping thoughts drain my brain of any and all consciousness. I try to find a reason for this, but thinking in itself twists into shackles of regret constructed from my sub-conscious. Forcing myself to continue with these thoughts would be like trying push over a brick wall with your bare hands. I crave for the day that I find my 'peace of mind'.

Days pass like minutes and months pass like days, but with each moment that passes feels as though an opportunity was lost. Lost to a world with no souls. Making baby steps I try to piece together this ruckus I can reality. Over-analyzing each motion made my the surrounding world, I place each piece carefully together like a puzzle. Everything's off - I can feel it, taste it, smell it, hear it, see it - I sense it.

The world is changing and it's hard to grasp when everything is in hyper-mode while I'm on auto-pilot. I'm lost, I honestly pronounce that. I know I'm not alone on this, but I'm sick of just running through the motions each day and hoping for a change. Wanting and waiting, we hope and pray for a new day, a new start and a fresh one at that. But unfortunately, we're trapped.

Among being trapped, we envision a world of peace and hope that we've all been longing for. And until that day comes, we will just sit.....sit and wait on a world that is bound for disaster and we're just rats of their experiments.

I can't take it. We're running out of time, I'm running out of energy. So, I will be waiting....and running through the motions.