Uncertain Intuition

"To a foolish heart, there seems to be a fine line between doubt and gut feel. But for whatever it is worth, is there any way to put uncertainties to rest?"

How many times have you wished you were right? In all the instances that chance took your side and aided your intuition, did victory taste as sweet as you expected it to be?

Ask not a foolish heart to turn its back on its guts. For a woman knows what she knows when she feels she has been scorned.

The signs are rubbish and the mind games are of no worth. When gut feel hits you hard in the head and threatens to tear the last broken pieces of your heart, all you would want is for you to be wrong. And wrong you must be to cherish the bitter from the sweet. Pray and beg then that you are proven wrong. For all the uncertainties have not gone, they were merely asleep afterall.

How many times have I wished I was right, you may ask? In all my conquests of mind, but surely not this time. Should chance take my side to aid my intuition, victory should no more than be another heartless defeat.

I have surrendered my freedom, myself, completely. So I pray and I beg that I be proven wrong. For all my uncertainties have not gone, they have merely slumbered afterall.