Automaton

I might bet I’ve got control of my body 

 I might guess I choose the way that I move 

 I could take the credit but if I’m honest 

 my body seems to choose

 Like a dress knows what to do when the wind blows

 Campfire flames don’t have a need to repeat

 You and I do what we do when the time comes 

 We're patterns in the breeze

 I’m automatic

 Mechanistic  

 My nature can’t admit it  

 Is it me pushing the pump for blood flow?

 Is it me growing the hair that I got? 

 Sure, my lungs do work while I’m sleeping 

 But do I control my thoughts? 

 I’m automatic

 Mechanistic  

 My nature can’t admit it

 But focusing on my problems

 hardly seems to solve them

 I’m tired of hunting drama      

 I’m learning to live by karma