Automatic

Sometimes I notice it all. 

Everything missed the rest of the time. 

The spasm of a muscle, 

The expansion of the lungs. 

The wider pictures lost, 

In automatic response. 

Sometimes it all goes unnoticed. 

There are more important things to focus on. 

The bills to be paid, 

The food to be cooked.

The wider picture, maybe.

It feels like automatic response, 

Sometimes it doesn't matter. 

All noticed, then ignored, or not even considered.

Overrided actions, automatic and learnt. 

And it still happens, 

It always still happens. 

This is the automatic response.

To survive beyond pain, 

Beyond anguish and fear.

To force the responses, till they feel automatic, 

To ignore or to focus, to distract,

To make the next minute, hour, day.

For reasons you forget. 

Response in its self is automatic.

On some level, in someway.

Even when lost, when you want to be lost. 

Automatically, you stay. 

All life is automatic,

Do we ever really live?

Author's Note

Just a thing

Reviews

[Elizabeth Mars]

Very thought provoking piece! The idea that we often live our lives on automatic is an interesting ideology, I'm quite curious, do you believe that living life on automatic doesn't allow you to live to your full potential? Personally I don't know.

[DarkStar]

Part of me wants to say that in this ideology potential is irrelevant, as what will be has already been determined, so there is no room for anything else. But I see what you mean, and I don't really know either. I suppose, it all depends on the individual, believing or knowing this ideology may effect some people and not others, and to those it does effect, it could prevent them from reaching there potential or push them towards it. I don't think that this answer is a simple yes or no.

[Rye]

Enjoyed this write, it's interesting