Written by: David Byrne

My instincts say, evolve,
My instincts say, resolve,
They whisper in my genes
Keep moving, there because

Question everything, they say
I think that’s what I hear
Reproduce, your coded self
All that you hold dear

Me that’s just another way
Differentiate my quest
Dreadnaught or an open hand
Conscientiousness at best

Mark these words
To comfort
Belay a story told
Who would doubt their impulse?
Who would be so bold?

©dbyrne march 2013