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