They list the numbers like weather reports Charts climbing clean as cathedral glass Benefits stacked in bullet points But none of it asks my pulse I’ve stood in rooms where logic shouts Where proof is polished, ironed flat Where every feature has a spotlight But something in me leans back My body knows before my mouth There’s a weight, or there’s a wind You can’t spreadsheet resonance You either step forward — or you don’t step in It’s not the fact, it’s the friction Not the claim, it’s the current beneath You can win my mind with precision But my heart moves by gravity I follow the feeling If it lifts, I lean If it pulls, I go No pushing, no proving I follow the feeling Before it’s explained Before it’s approved I move when I’m moved I’ve bought the shine and returned it Kept the box, but not the fire Held the thing that checked the columns Still felt quietly tired Because owning isn’t having It’s becoming something true If it doesn’t change my breathing It was never mine to choose You can argue me into corners You can corner me with facts But desire doesn’t answer To a well-presented stack I follow the feeling If it lifts, I lean If it pulls, I go No pushing, no proving I follow the feeling Before it’s explained Before it’s approved I move when I’m moved There’s a yes that lives in the ribs A quiet widening in the chest Not loud — not desperate Just steady and sure It’s not about needing It’s about recognizing The shape of what fits Before it has a name I follow the feeling The one that makes space The one that feels like home No pitch, no pressure Just resonance I follow the feeling If it doesn’t move me I don’t move I follow the feeling.
