Listen to me,
Let me guide you,
When truths try to hide from you,
Let my voice,
Help you make a choice.
I’m your gut feeling,
A part of you,
That you may not believe in,
But if you’d maybe stop to listen,
I could become the one,
On which you most depend.
I’m that impression in your mind,
That’s more like just an inkling,
Though not coming off too forceful,
My message is still powerful,
It can save you from countless circumstances,
And prevent you from taking needless chances.
When I send shivers down your spine,
It’s not just some nobody,
Feeding you a line,
Don’t discount it,
But take the warning,
To save yourself from mourning.
Proceed with caution,
When I send a premonition,
When you’re met,
With that foreboding feeling.
If you feel me in your bones,
There’s a reason for their moans and groans,
It’s paramount you pay attention,
Else your soul stop singing,
And funeral bells begin ringing.
I know I’ve raised your suspicions,
And given you a hunch,
In a bunch of situations,
When your mind seemed out to lunch,
Accept a final warning,
So your eyes open come morning.