Intuition

What gives, what helps

The intuition?

I'll know, I'll know.

I won't have to be shown

The way home

And it’s not about a boy,

Although, although

They can lead you, hide, or reveal too.

A destination known

Only by the one

Who's fate is overgrown

Peacefully can break your home

In a love that is not complete

With only heat

And it came a heatwave

A mercyful save

You choose, you chose

Poetry over prose

A map is more unreal

And where you've been

Or how you feel

And it's impossible to say

How important something was

And what you might have missed out on

And how it might have changed it all

Did I? Did I? Did I?