Puppets

Last week i was walking to parking lot after work and it hit me. I mean really do you ever think about it? Must be wondering what i am smoking??? I can't smoke anything with all those health assessments and blood donations going at work.. Anyways, its my brain i am talking about. That smart, stupid thing, and how it works its mysterious ways. Must think i've gone crazy when i say this but i was looking down at my feet while walking, and realized my legs were just going on their merry way.. I mean seriously how do they just go on doing their work.
      I guess i took it for granted. Its just that piece of beauty (Beauty!! Sure) in my head that pulls all the strings and i know, you all know this and what not, but look at your feet while walking. Do not think about what you are doing, just look at them and it might hit you (might not). Although you are looking at your feet so curiously, they are like, don't care and they keep walking.. Not sure why, but for a sec or few, i felt they should stop and maybe look back at me. I understand my brain must have said keep walking and i will handle this fool. But for that moment i felt like i lost control on them. Again, is that my brain saying that or me?. Am i just a puppet?. So real question is who is controlling who? I am defined by my actions period. I am just a face to something small in the head. I don't control anything but obey my orders. My body takes beating for what my brain does? Am sure you must be thinking i am looking for an excuse or something.. seriously, NO. Just a silly thought that bugged me the whole weekend. Just threw it out there..