Oh God...I Feel So Alive

Everyone has their bad days. Despiste the cheery sounding title, this is one of them.

Downtime, so drab and dreary
alone in the world
so sad and weary.

Rolling, on cruise control
the tank's on empty
but I go, go, go.

My destination, remains untold
but I never really asked
I couldn't be so bold.

Now I'm drifting, between the expectation
I can't seem to come together
and rise to the occasion

I know, or at least think that I am fateless
I wasn't one of those kids
who thought they were bound for greatness

I'll lay down, because I guess it's time for bed
if I wake up in the morning,
I'll know that I am dead.