Hidden Clues

When I pause and seek to listen, To that voice that's deep inside. My search often finds only silence, As if intuition has abandoned and died. This moves me to sounds I observe, With perception that's experienced and real. While exercising any lack of emotion, Where the technical outweighs any feel. Now I realize the empirical shortfalls, are rarely guided by any moral debate. Yet the need is both complex and basic, So that we sense a value, between love and hate.