Running on Autopilot

The lanes I travel
Have arrow marks for instructions
The things I do
Come with a process handbook

System created fire extinguisher
For what happens in my belly
It is cold outside, snowing
Warm clothes protect my body

It creeps out in every direction
I try to grab it all back and put inside
Breezy, windy and it flows
I lose a little bit in every explosion

The ties are lose and tight
I sprained my neck, back and ankles
Those horses run so very fast
My hands bleed holding control

Am I running on autopilot mode?
Defined emotions for every situation
Am I free? Am I at my will? Or
Whatever I think is also programmed?

BhaShe