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