Autopilot

I think I'm on autopilot.
My life is moving,
My life is going,
but I don't seem to be propelling it.
I've stepped onto the moving sidewalk
          and I'm
                    going
but at the same time, I'm inactive.
I wake up when my alarm beeps,
I go to class,
I go to sleep when my head hurts.
It's how it is.
This is action, yes,
but I don't feel like it's my action.

"What? Only a week has passed?
Damn it. How can I make it until June?"

Haha. Oh.
I know. I know how I'll make it.
I'll be dreary, I'll be sloth-like,
I will be utterly unhappy at times...
...but my life will keep going.
The sidewalk will keep moving.
The autopilot will keep functioning.
My inactive and pained mind,
inside this active body
          will just keep working out the plan
          following the schedule
          going through the motions
                    until they lose their meaning