my brain is the logic
full of wisdom and precision
keeping me inline
making carefully planned decisions

my heart is the emotion
full of wonder and hope
pushing my boundaries
until it is broken
unknowing how to cope

my gut holds other worldly knowledge
it throbs when flags are red
considered the second brain
if I chose not to listen
by now, I'd be dead

my soul is a combination
of the energy in my gut, heart and head
it is kind and fragile
delicate like fine silk thread

But who do I listen to?
Who will lead me to the right choice?
They are in a constant battle
when all I long for is to rejoice.