Autopilot

Adrift in a sea of steel and noise,
Driven all day and night in a haze.
With tired eyes, worn-out dreams,
Road winds like a relentless snake.

The hum of the engine is a lullaby,
Headlights are a distant fading light.
World whizzing by, a blur of sound,
As the driver's grip on reality loosens.

What we see
Is what we are
What we are
Is what we get