Gut Feelings

Oh little stomach, what have I what have I drug you through, while in our hearts we call it nerve our insides call it stir! How can we really change the world while we sit idly by waiting now as if it were for the next vestige's pride! Gut feelings, I may still call mine but in Thy (God's) role observes my nature, only problems pine, while Thee hold up reserve! It's in the flight, the feather serves and strength is in the tower the will to live must so deserve umbilical . . . . not cower!