S.I.M. - Auto-Pilot

Today stinks. Wednesdays always do. Always bringing up new problems intent on screwing with you. I wish I were a plane. That would solve everything. I'd just set things to auto-pilot. Consequently I'd probally lose a wing. If I were on auto-pilot I could go very far... yet I'd never know where we are. If I were on auto-pilot I could just sail away regardless of the day. Though I'd still have no way to pay all of my needs before I lay. If I were on auto-pilot I could just coast on by. There'd be no reason to try. It'd be a piece of pie. Ha, what a lie. Chances are I'd probally die. Life's giving me lots of obstacles and auto-pilot does sound nice. Unfortunatly it isn't as good of odds as a roll of the dice. Those obstacles may seem rough, but auto-pilot only goes straight so I better be tough enough.

S.I.M.

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