Feeling automatic and static
A barely awake still sleeping
Laundromat
With spinning towels
And magazine flipping
The loading dock, the parking lot
The refresh button is manual
Which requires me to wake up when the alarm goes off
Too steady is the repetition
And the repetition makes me never want to hit repeat
My guidelines needs sidelines
My credit needs a balance
My credit needs a balance
Walking around, beneath, beyond and through
Over what matters and under the radar
Looking at junk mail as a sign of life
Even though it is automated like the alarm
