So for my transgressions,
And the adopted behavior I create
To compensate,
I release this beast to the wild.
Let him go and be forever gone.
I'll think about that wild nature,
Look about my soundings still,
And make decisions that make sense
From now on. The heart is lucky;
It feels implicit and correct.
Minds get in the way, and try to
Correct the course. Stupid minds.
What does tried experience know
Of innate instinct?
Still beating, still breathing.
Still wondering where it leads.
Going to listen implicitly.
My brain fails. My heart still tries.
Whatever road it leads to I will abide.