By Design

How is it that I can command my eyes to roll

Direct a nerve to bend a toe

Why can I fill my lungs with air

But cannot coordinate my lifeless hair

What enables me to fill procreative sphincter with a flow of blood

Or make my ears to wiggle

Channel my phonemes to steer life like God

And host a hearty giggle

I send thoughts across these neuron channels like ships across vast seas

And yet cannot break the barriers of the epiderm 

Unless I involuntary sneeze

What could be so hard as openning my skin up from within

And pumping out a vermillion stigmata flow

Or freeing the electrical charge in my veins 

To emit an aura glow

Clearly I'm not the boss of this portable

It's not my creation though a vehicle I drive 

I can't switch off its engine just by a the thoughtable

Someone else decides when I die or survive