A feeling that we all have
known,
At one time or
another...
It's something that we may
ignore,
If it seems just a
bother.
A fleeting thought across the
mind,
That never tarries long...
Like little voice
that comes and goes,
Heard briefly, then it's
gone.
Still we may mourn it
as the loss,
Of opportunity...
A chance to take advantage
of,
Instead chose not to
see.
The good intent that
it contained,
But then we passed it
by...
To take another route
instead,
Instinct suppressed
will die.
I see instinct
like golden ring,
Not borrowed,
even loaned...
As just annoyance I
ignored,
To later be
bemoaned.
The wise man listens to
instinct,
And message it
contains...
For often it is more on
course,
Than content of our
brains.
(c) 02/12/06 Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is:
Follow Him
