The Template

I don't know if this is real
But this is not the way I want to feel
I'm choosing from the menus, aligning left and right
And I build life on the template but it never feels quite right
And I try to think about it when I'm lying here at night
But you're waiting for a message and I don't want to fight

I just want to know if I'm on the right road but I can't tell
I just want to know if I'm singing the right notes but I can't tell

I can't tell if this is real
But this is not the way I want to feel
I'm posting pretty pictures and writing pithy things
And I'm following your fortune with the arrows and the slings
And it's all so entertaining but who's pulling all the strings
There's no time to think about it, just this feeling that it brings

I'm so afraid I'm missing out on something great but I can't tell
I could skip all this pain if the road ahead was plain but I can't tell

I just want to know if my life is my own but I can't tell
I just want to know if my life is my own but I can't tell

©2020 Christopher Watts (BMI)