Intuition tells you something. If you listen. While harbouring guilt over maybe what is right, often we overlook it.
Sometimes goodness comes our way and feels too good to be true. Yet there’s no stepping out of bounds.
I imagine shackles of truthfulness in actions. But too many times needless emotional baggage staggers the path ahead.
Tempted by fate, I still jump in with two feet. Yet the carpet moves. Backwards. Yielding the familiar pain and sorrow.
If my soul were to talk what would it say? If my brain would listen to my intuition would it be my soul speaking?