Intuition

Intuition

Intuition isn't always so clearly gleened
Or is that just misguided judgement and indecisiveness?

Who knows!

What trust do I put willingly
into the hands of the unknown
And then take back again?

Guided by these decisions
that don't feel like my own
Ruled by the iron fist of my imagination
But, I go as far as it will take me
Only to reel it back, pulling, tugging
Imprisoned by these thoughts
But free to leave them hanging
In space, through time...

Maybe that would be best
Maybe that woud be safest
Maybe best just not to imagine...

But, maybe imagination is just thought
Dangling from the tail of intuition
In which case, best not to hide it
Best to follow it and go to where it leads you


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