Everyday is the same

I do the work

I get the pay

Then I wait

For the end of my days;

But lets say my “end” came

Would I be okay?

My final thoughts would be regrets

Of things I didn’t change.

This is my car, why aren’t I driving it?

Why aren’t I guiding it?

That changes today,

Although I say that everyday;

This time is different, for I had learn something different.

If I do not know how to guide

I first must know how to navigate

Once I learn how to do that

I will next learn how to drive;

Safely so I won’t disintegrate,

I crash into a wall,

I have to pursuit further and stand tall.

I’ll just have to change my route,

that’s all.

In order to feel alive,

I have to thrive;

not just survive.

For I am still here;

Steering my car,

Living my life.

Now that I have sorted this out

My negative thoughts and doubts;

It’s final whispers wandered away without care, looking for someone who isn’t all there.