Instinct.

From my poetry blog.

Nothing Gold Poetry.

I hear people say
That we are instinct
Nothing else

Like instinct is a taxi driver from hell
Taking us where we pay it to go

I look into the eyes
Of murderer,
The rapist,
The scum of humanity’s constructs
If I believe they run on instinct
There’s not much hope for the rest of us

I think
Instinct is just an excuse
So we don’t have to figure out
What really makes us tick
And chime.

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