Go with your gut.
Go
with your head.
Go
with your heart where it leads.
Life
in a rut.
Thoughts
filled with dread.
Lost
in a wildwood of copious trees.
Why
be so needy?
Why
be so greedy?
Why
give a dingle at all?
No
need to act
Until
all of the facts have been
Spray-painted
onto the wall.
Your
gut is the first to speak,
Never
shy, never meek.
Instinct
akin to survival.
Then
the head interjects
As
the lines intersect
Til
it becomes an archrival
But
then the heart barters
For
a cloudless new start seen
Through
open and welcoming eyes,
Where
decisions ring true
As
the color of blue
In
a world where
The
heart never lies.
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