Relying On Instinct Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding waves of an inner ocean, loving the feeling of
rising and falling dwelling within.

Senses being kick-started through music and it's rhythm,
delicate and frivolous, having fun just being alive.

Doing whatever happens to hit my fancy, wanting to do
dangerous and risky things because they are exciting.

Giving me a sense of accomplishment like nothing else
does, relying on instinct, going with intellect.

Allowing my mind to take over, bringing me into realms
of adverse circumstances to find new ways of handling
and finding solutions to them.