Intuition

What gives what helps

The Intuition

I'll know I'll know

Oh

I won't have to be shown

The way home

And it's not about a boy

Although although

They can lead you

Break or defeat you

A destination known

Only by the one

Whose fate is overgrown

Piecemeal could break your home

And have

A love is not complete

With only heat

They can tease you

Break or complete you

And in came a heatwave

A merciful save

You choose you chose

Poetry over prose

A map is more unreal

Than where you've been Or how you feel

A map is more unreal

Than where you've been Or how you feel

And it's impossible to tell

How important something was

And what you might have missed out on

And how it might have changed it all

Did I did I