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There’s a neon proverb flashin’ on a million mirrored screens, “Trust your gut, listen close” yeah, we all know what it means. We click, we nod, we quote it, like a fortune-cookie creed, Then fall off to the daydreams where no muscle follows the leed. [Refrain] But your instinct ain’t a bumper sticker, it’s a pistol startin’ gun; If you don’t lace up and run, that wisdom’s good for none. [Verse 2] You polish up excuses like they’re silver souvenir spoons, File them in the drawer marked “Later” with your half-forgotten tunes. But the quiet knock inside you isn’t some romantic ghost It’s the drumroll for a leap you fear to make the most. [Verse 3] Some folks treat intuition like a jukebox in their head Drop a coin of fantasy, hum the anthem, go to bed. But a compass left unhandled’s just a pretty piece of brass; You can frame it in the hallway while you still walk ’round in circles, kissin’ asphalt, chasin’ glass. We put our guts on trial, call ’em liars on the stand, Let the lawyer-brain object till the verdict’s second-hand. We deport the primal whispers to a dusty attic room, Then wonder why the floorboards creak a prophecy of doom. See, the stomach ain’t a trickster, kid, it never swears a false decree. You can drown it out with spreadsheets, but it keeps its guarantee. Faith without a footstep? That’s belief that never breathes; A seed that never splits will never see the leaves. [Verse 4] So let the drum inside your ribcage set the cadence for your feet, Turn the pulse into a passport every time it starts to beat. Respect ain’t in the daydream, no, it’s waiting in the deed; The map is nice, but brother, only travel plants the seed. [Final Refrain] ’Cause a truth you only daydream is a truth you still betray; Let your instincts steer the wheel, hit the road, don’t just pray.