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On Autopilot 🥲

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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Jill Tait

Thanks & Goodnight Greg, enjoy your day ❤️💕❤️

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