The tram

Sometimes, it feels like I'm stuck on the tram
While everyone else has cars
I'm on my rails, on my path
While they can navigate by the stars

If I want, I can stop
Get out, stretch, see the view
But then it's back inside
Doing the loop I always do

I have days where nothing happens
And the scenery's the same
Then I'm taken a new road
Without reason or aim

And I know it's melodramatic
When I stop, and think, I'm blessed
I know that I'm not stuck
There's nuances I haven't addressed

But some day I hope to look up
Consider how I feel
And be 100% certain
That I'm holding the wheel