Awake

Trapped by my thoughts
In a tired body
My eyes are heavy
But my thoughts are light and active

Supposedly it's all in my head
And I have the power to decide
How to feel
What I think
And how I want to be

That's not how it feels
It feels like being on a trip I didn't choose
Sitting in the backseat looking out the window
Wondering why I'm here
And what I'm going to get out of this

It feels like obligation
Not fulfillment
Like living without a choice