Consciences and instincts
the one you call the sixth sense
It's raw and it rips me apart
And makes me loose that faith
I am so sure of what I feel
Yet my eyes convince me
That I must me hallucinating all the time
And I no more trust that inner me
Then I know the lies I hear
But how can I doubt the voices
My ears are so perfectly fine
And 'm left with not good choices
The me and the I, I have
one with heart and other with brain
Are always in war with the other
And thus I appear insane
One says and other denies
And I know the Feel is not always wrong
Sometimes I sing a happier tune
But it may be part of tragic song
So, now tell me who should I trust
The one I see-touch or one I feel
But, either side I may choose
Never leaves my side is guilt!!!!
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