Not Really

I feel like I'm living in a moving car

With the windows rolled up

The days and times roll by

And I feel I'm not a part of it

No one else is in my car

I'm moving

Though I'm not driving

I want it to stop

I want to get out

Atleast roll the windows down

Stick my head out like a dog
I want a reality
That doesn't include my fiction
My made up scenarios
From behind plate glass
Everyone sees me
I see them
But I'm not with them
Not really