My attempt at Iambic Pentameter

You go through the morning motions, every single day,
You drive the turns and stops to work.
It always is the same…
You push, and turn and bend and pray.
It's never going to change…
You open the same front door each night.
Why won't it ever change?
You kiss the man who sleeps to the right.
It always is the same…
You wonder where your life has gone.
It's time to make a change…
You’ll have the guts tomorrow.
You fear the coming change…
You lay your head and wait for dawn.
You know you have to change…
You close your eyes and drift away.
It always is the same…
You dream at night of a better way.
You’re wishing for a change…
You go through the morning motions,