On Autopilot 🥲
Turning my head around to see where I had been
I had no recollection of those three miles of fields that were grassy and green
Planted with perennials in scattered spaces inbetween
And I wondered why on earth I hadn’t taken things in properly the first time around, of which I had already seen
But then I know exactly what I am like
When I am wandering aimlessly out on my daily danders and taking a hike
My sister says she is the same as me when she goes out riding her bike
We are on an auto pilot and just rely on our memorised minds eye psych
Now driving along on auto pilot is all very well
You know that road like the back of your hand, it is as familiar as hell
And sometimes something out of the blue startles you like an instantaneous alarm bell
When you grab a hold of the steering wheel and are suddenly shaken out of your inner shell
So daydreaming when driving is a dangerous thing to do
But there are those times when these things are out of your control and will unfortunately effect you
“Mercy me!!!” If there happens to be something solid sat in your path, then you are in a pickle and a stew
Coz absentmindedly you have driven right over something or alas somebody and you hadn’t got the foggiest of a clue…
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wonderful poem
as always
Thanks & Goodnight Greg, enjoy your day ❤️💕❤️
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