Wish

A robotic step on the cold wooden floor
You don't notice the floor anymore
Headed off to the daily grind
It's a pattern well-worn in your mind

You wish you were a wish
At least a wish has purpose
And it means something to someone

Tunnel vision is a way of life
At the end of the tunnel there is no light
Ignorant of another route
This is nothing you worry about

For every dent that you make
Another one is undone
For every day you forsake
Another one still must come
Every day is a brown paper bag