"Even when your hope is gone, move along."
I'm sitting here, at 4:27 in the morning, at work.
And I find it very easy to slip into this coma-like state. Maybe coma isn't the right word.
Auto-pilot maybe?
Yes, that fits better.
I hear the music, I see the people, I go through the motions.
But at the end of the day, I can't remember for the life of me what happened.
What was said, what was done, who was there.
What is the point of life when you're on auto-pilot?
What am I doing?
Why am I stuck in Champaign, doing this meaningless job, knowing the entire city and wanting to explode out of here?
I'm meant for something so much bigger.
Where is it?
And I find it very easy to slip into this coma-like state. Maybe coma isn't the right word.
Auto-pilot maybe?
Yes, that fits better.
I hear the music, I see the people, I go through the motions.
But at the end of the day, I can't remember for the life of me what happened.
What was said, what was done, who was there.
What is the point of life when you're on auto-pilot?
What am I doing?
Why am I stuck in Champaign, doing this meaningless job, knowing the entire city and wanting to explode out of here?
I'm meant for something so much bigger.
Where is it?