On Autopilot

Another day has gone into oblivion Or maybe it’s concealing in the night To reappear again, as one of million Tomorrows, waiting for the dawning light The same old day is like a childhood friend Whom you’ve been missing for a little while Before forgetting, but oh dear, he’s here again What a surprise indeed, you crack a smile But as the hours go by, it’s nothing new You do the usual stuff on autopilot Including music, and the films you choose With endless roads, of which you’re never tired.