Lifes Plan

No inspiration found on these peoples empty faces
Always see them here in exactly the same places

How can their existence fulfill their every desire,
they need some passion in their lives, some excitement, some fire.

People, drones, zombies, clones, following life's plan.
They don't question where they're going, they have no idea who I am.

I watch them slowly respond to whatever's going on.
I catch their eyes, but then in a moment it is gone.

Sitting on this bus, the bus driver doesn't change.
He says "hello" to everyone, and he knows all their names.

Then i stop when I hear him say mine too.
Please don't let this madness be true

I was too busy watching your empty lives flow by
That I forgot to live and now stuck in this repetitive cycle, my mind, my soul, my body will die.

~Bit rubbish, but was bored on the bus journey home from work~