by Leigh Goessl

Created on: December 18, 2009

Instincts come and leave a feeling
Located in the heart, soul and mind
Sometimes they are ignored
In favor of remaining blind

Instincts try to tell us
When things aren't pure as snow
They are the inner voice that shares
The things we need to know

Truth can be hard to believe
O'er the deafening sounds of lies
Yet if instincts had been followed
The reality is never really a surprise

Learn more about this author, Leigh Goessl.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.